the secret tantra II

I



she calls me to come for her

when a hook-up goes bad

I ride my crappy 3-speed bike

to meet her on the other side of town

she leaves her car

just wants to get away

to walk

to talk



so we foot the 1 1/2 miles to my apartment

gossiping, crying, mostly laughing



"this is better than sex" I tell her

I am not in any way thinking of sex

but of friendship, good buds, helping each other out

-- she rescued me from a night of boredom, after all



"this is NOT better than sex" she giggles



"yes it is. it's the secret tantra"





II



I don't know why I'm alive

and she is not

I've lived my life as stupidly as she



but we were both there for a moment

although she couldn't see it

she does now



"it's simple"

she whispers to me

from where she is

"stop fighting yourself.

enlightenment IS love”

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