Little red
Wildflower
A Poppy
In a field with others
Like him
Gently sway in the in the breeze
Sometimes watching the other
Poppies
Sometimes
a couple of lovers
Coupling.

Yeshe
My darling
I haven’t forgotten you
Nor have I given up
I just stopped
So I can delvope compassion
So I can delvope happiness
So I can find my self.  
Kayrangla gawpo yo
And I will always.

In the middle
Of a poppy field
The flowers in bloom
A young woman
And a young monk
Hide there
To
Share a kiss
A kiss that is forbidden
As they kiss
They couple with eachother
Having their way
Each other
The couple
In love
In a Poppy field.  
And then part ways.

I before I sleep
I let the prayer flags
Play in my hair
And tickle my face
And kiss one
In the hopes
That we will return
To each other
As I drift off
We visit eachothe
In my dreams
I let you kiss my chakras
My collarbone
Then we
Couple
Ever so tenderly
Ever so gently
Ever so passionately
Then I awake to the sound
Of my parents footsteps
Kiss a prayer flag
Hoping the we meet
In the dreams.

As I put
My iPod away
For the night
I see a face
Of a Tibetan Lama
Trying to kiss me
I get freaked out
Then I realized
It was you
My love
But you had
Sadness in your eyes
Rejoice
I will always love you
Always had

Then you
Visited me in my dream
We were kissing
Our tounges danced
As we coupled.
I was heighten
In love
And in pleasure.

I have no time and no space.
I am a ghost.
Haunting the streets
On Halloween
To find my love
I am the walking dead.
Stalking houses at Christmas eve
In the hopes of finding
My long lost
I pray to god for my own death.
Or to find love
I am the angel of death,
i shall purify the earth from the perverts and criminals
the weak and the pestilent blessed are the enlightened.

As I feel asleep to billy idol
And I close my eyes
I see tibetan mantras
Writen eligantly in gold
Glittering.
The. I see your
Gentle yet
Meditative face
As if you are meditating
And then jestering me to
Come to you
I come and kiss you
Gently
As if you were precious
Yet delecate.
Then the mantras
And you
Disappear.
I full into a restless sleep.

When the moon
Is full
It is you see
The ghosts of a senior Lama
And I young lady
Tantrically couple
With each other
As they kiss
The before you know it
As you blink
They disappear
To fall in love
At the next full moon.

Autopsy is the ancient Greek word for “I’ll see for myself.”



I remember our gentle yet shy love making
Seeing your sparkly eyes
Eye to eye
As we kissed and couple
In the moonlight
I can find the doom that was coming.

I remember the philosophical yet
Romantic discussions
We had
But the despair of death
Was well hidden behind your
Gentleness and intellect.
I did not know.  

Then you wanted to teach me
Martial arts even though
It’s was against your heart
I saw the sad yet stern look on your gently face
Your tears
As you tought me
I wanted to comfort you
Through coupling
And love.

Now that I see it for my self
That it wasn’t meant to last.
That I now see as I dissect our
Memories with a heavy heart.

Why do I go into the talklamakan desert
To trace the steps of my love
His gentle Buddha like face
Engraved in both
Mind and heart.
I travel with a broken heart.  

Why do I go into the talklamakan desert
To see the last places
That my love
Went to.
The memories
Of our coupling
Seared into my being
I travel with a broken heart

Why do I go into the talklamakan desert
To find the disembodied
Soul of my love
Memories of talking about the teachings
Bookmarked in the heart.
I travel with a broken heart.


Why do I go into the talklamakan
Desert
To be reunited with my love
Into a place of souls and demons
It’s night
I sleep next to
A watch tower
Hearing: “nga kayrangla gawpo nebo, I always will!”
Was this the last place he went
I travel with a broken heart.

I dream of the times in Lhasa
When you were still with me
Coupling in the eachothers arms.
Then I hear his voice
“Nga kayrangla gawpo yo nebo, I always will!”


I awake in the middle of the night
In the middle of the talklamakan
I finally see him
Still that monk I loved
But he was undead

I did not care
We embraced
And kissed
Our tounges danced
We both wanted to couple
But he was a zombie
And I was alive.

I hold him
As if he was so precious
I gently kiss him
And I walk into a town
Crying to my self.  

I traveled with a broken heart.