Barefoot on slick marble blue
Come home to kneel
In the shadow of a white statue
Bloody nailbeds and bruised knees
You beg for reprieve
When really, you’re just begging to be seen
By eyes that cannot blink
Inscriptions in tongues you cannot speak
What’s the sound of Buddha’s laugh?
Love his sunny honey glow
What if I have no good thoughts?
No holy words to show
Do you think they can’t see the tattoos
Through the sheer baby pink kimono?
Flowery flower-child fool
Little giggling buddha babies
Could never be so cruel
Monks don’t mock
They live in prayer
Don’t worry, I’m not goin’ nowhere
Throw your naked body on the marble sheen
In the glow of the sultry red lantern
As you listen to the song Seventeen
The lonely temple begs to dance
So, toss your golden hair
Don’t you worry
I’m not goin’ nowhere
But don’t let the white marble fool you child
Rocks can’t laugh
But at least you smiled
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Wonderful poem!!!!! I love it!!!