If you show me your aura, I'll show you mine.
"You may see a work of art if you just bend over,"
Don Quixote's horse said to his master, but only Sancho listened.
Scratching the hairs on his chin and his apelike toes,
He said, "To win, chin yourself on the air
And see how much weight loss Apollo will get you."
"You sure are quick on the uptake, big guy?"
The Buddha's servant said to Angulimala,
The man who killed 999 men but became a saint anyway.
"We may have to dine on aether but at least it's free."
So saying they both undressed a bit shyly in the moonlight
Where their private parts glowed.
But they just looked into each other's eyes, attained
the sixth jhana, an ecstasy that exceeds all bodily delights.
Next morning, they awoke erect, their inner lights glistening
Straight up to the Heavens where the gods looked down and glowed.
They make heavenly love there, too, according to the Khajuraho statues,
A sex manual they refer to when needed.
And where they have orgasms, mountains shudder
And come to a roar spewing stone and awe.
For it is only by becoming love that we can understand love,
Therefore all of creation, O love,
Our knees buckle under you, your rod, your staff.
Forsake us never. Let our seven last words
Reproduce forever and ever upon our endless lips.
So saying disappeared into the desert two sands of time.
Tom Savage has written eight published books of poems and received two grants from the Fund For Poetry.
Bill Kushner has written many books and has received two grants from the New York Foundation for the Arts.