I have burning lips

And a hot heart.

I need you every moment

Of every day.

Virtual hugs and kisses

Are not enough.

Extend and expand the moments

Of our encounter.

I am yielding to my hunger for you,

I want to eat of your flesh

And drink from the chalice of your manhood.

If you are within touching distance

I would go straight for your heart

On your bed of worship.

I am wounded by my understanding of love.

So what

If love is like a razor

That leaves me to bleed?

Will bleed willingly

Rather than laugh

But not all of my laughter

And weep

But not all of my tears.

Is this the end of our love?

I am letting go but first you must fulfill

your promise to bring me to Ladakh, Kashmir

and present me to the Supreme Being

hoping He will give me back to you

to take care of in mind, body, and soul;

dream our best dreams together

until He finally claims us both.

I am letting go but first you must take me

one day after work, to sit in silence

with you at the garden

in the heart of Tokyo near the shrine;

drink in the tranquility and afterwards

go home, undress without words, make love

without desperation.

Then while you sleep, dreaming of Himalaya

I will gently leave Shibuya-ku

before the break of dawn, my love.