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Being Kissed By
A Tibetan Monk
by Savannah Skye
OU A TIBETAN monk
Me an American learning about Tibetan Buddhism
Us in your small monk's room
For you there's a small bed to sleep on
and a picture of the Dalai Lama on your altar
Us talking and
Somewhere inbetween Chenrezig's infinite compassion
and Padmasambhava's tantric awareness
You planted several kisses on my mouth
Wow, where'd you learn to kiss like that,
I thought
A Tibetan monk who'd studied in a monastery
all his life
Maybe from television shows that you sneaked in
inbetween academic studying and learning
mantras and prayers that would lead you to
enlightenment, or at least to a better life
Or from the movies on your free nights out
Or maybe, you monks practiced on each other
after you lit your incense and said
your nightly mantras with some pretense
Wherever you learned, you sure learned how
to kiss just right
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