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Erotophobic Occasion
by Just a Tourist
Unusual love song from a deeply Buddhist band, in turns sensual and cerebral.

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It was a heavy rain and the water touched everything;
the moon swims in those dark waters.
In the luminous moonlight,
the withered fields
- the memories of love.

Erotophobic occasions for sin abound in the discarnate
world of cyber imaginings. The image of flesh on flesh
taunts young men …..an endless array of I It relations whose

contrivance dims the dance of sunlight across living. (No)

It was in this wasteland of loving that I kissed his mouth,
invited him into the solitude of my heart, that secret place of darkness.

For it is in darkness that unknowing happens: Rapture comes quick, without warning, irresistible…a violent shock,
a tumbling waterfall, a bird soaring up into the heavens bearing you with it, a bed sheet blown off the clothesline carried here and there with no will to resist.

I kissed his mouth. And. Everything unknew.

(puts us to blush
in the grace by
which I desired him)

Interior yearnings left me, not in grief, but in tenderness remaking the world. Unmaking thingness. In love I invited him wholly and without hesitation.

In dark night’s obscurity the material husk was shucked off, the kernel was revealed.

(a hidden moon “
in a cup of longing) …… (this place divine and imperishable)

It was in this wasteland of loving that I kissed his mouth,
invited him into the solitude of my heart, that secret place of darkness.

For it is in darkness that unknowing happens: Rapture comes quick, without warning, irresistible…a violent shock,
a tumbling waterfall, a bird soaring up into the heavens bearing you with it, a bed sheet blown off the clothesline carried here and there with no will to resist.

I kissed his mouth. And. Everything unknew.

My tongue went weak no word came from it and my body as well … subtle joy spread across and through and in and of consuming knowledge, opinion, judgment, popular
consensus. Love reborn grew brave and laid back on the bed of no-thingness, his body all starlight
and birdsong.

I parted his hair, pressed lips to his
cheek. (yes)

It was a heavy rain and the water touched everything.
The moon swims in those dark waters
2017 - Doha Songs - United States
Posted: 15th August 2019
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