During the Tang Dynasty
A yellow haired
Girl from Lunan came to a small Han town
To escape the bandits
There she met a
Shaolin monk
Of the similar age
They fell in
Madly in love
And only met up at midnight
That was when
He taughted her his ways
And they would kiss
And couple
She wanted to bring him to her
Home
So she felt loved and safe
Their travels
And love affair
Ended tragically when
Her love interest
Was struck down
That’s when she became a nun
While carrying their
Love child
But she soon took to the *****.

We met in
A simple land
In a simple time
The people shunned
Us because your were a senior Lama
And I was young woman
We were both broken souls
Who fell in forbidden love

Now things are not
As simple
I am still a broken soul
A loner
Who turned tough
Until I had visions of you
And our love
But was in denial
Until I realized you loved
Me.
Still.

With billy idol’s
flesh for fantasy playing
I noticed you
Climbing into my bed
I first saw your shadow
Then you
It was you yeshe
My love
While cuddling
And kissing
You got between me
And we started
To slowly couple.
It felt familiar
Like in our past lives
In the mustang.
It felt loving
Then it ended me saying
Kayrangla gawpo yo
And then a kelaphe.
Good bye
With a broken heart
Until the next time.

I was the full moon
Lighting up
The dark night sky
Bring the night
To life
You were the sun
Who was enlightened
And bright light
To the world
Being the source of
Knowledge
And life
Only at dawn
And at dusk
We will couple as
Forbidden lovers

In the moonlight
Spirits of two lovers
Dance
A ghostly dance
The spirit of a senior monk
And a young woman
Dancing hauntingly
Then they kiss
And soon the appreciations
Smokey disappear
It is said that
It happens in autumn.

I was his secret lover
His unspoken pet
Our relationship
Never spoken about.
For I was a young lady
From North America
And you
Were the young Dalai Lama
It was the 60’s
When we first met
I couldn’t resist
Kissing you
And your cute
Yet handsome face.
When we kissed
I looked in your eyes
And I
Found my self in a
Another world
Another dimension
Something that I did not
Know existed.

a stolen kiss,
here and there,
but stolen kisses can never be mine.

it’s not like i thought you were mine,
but a girl can wish.
oh, i can wish.

is it distance or wishing
that makes the heart grow fonder?
the two of us could figure it out,
i’m sure.

this shouldn't happen,
so you say,
between kisses on my
neck and mouth.

stolen kisses are what we thrive on,
pressed to wet mouths,
too early in the morning.

it’s not good,
you and i and our stolen kisses,
but we steal them anyway.

They meet in a
Web of prayer flags
Near a stupa
A younger woman
Nebo
And a senior Lama monk
Gently
Passionately
And tenderly kiss
And embrace.
Their love forbidden
Hidden
Behind the prayer flags.

In a small town
Not far away from mustang
A young woman
Broken in spirit
Went to a monastery
For refuge
But ended up
Falling in love with a senior Lama.
When they were alone
The young lady
And the Lama
Expressed their love for each other
Emotionally
Verbally
And physically
As they couple
They don’t realize
That the abbot
Watched them
In the forbidden act
And
Had cursed them.
For eternal rebirth
Forever finding one
Another.