a summer's walk

I took this blind walk once, through the woods of a large park, chasing after a woman who I no longer loved. I mean, yeah, the sex was still really good, and she had these tits you’d fight the world just to touch. But for some reason, I’m looking for her and she’s looking for me, and I tell myself to remember that still quiver in her eye, but I keep getting distracted, and there’s this temple on the hill. I hear the wooden gong, the gentle monk’s tapping; they are about to pray. I realize, I want to pray. So, I abandon this hunt for the girl with the gorgeous tits who I’m far from tired of fucking, and I start to climb. Hell, I’m already praying, imagining all those tiny Buddhas lining the walls in gold and crimson; and I’m bowing while I walk, and I have this understanding about loneliness and how the body operates as a vessel, and I’m not sad to admit I have to go at this alone. But, then she finds me, or really, I find her asleep in a patch of grass. She rises, wraps her arms around my waist, kisses my cheek. I figured you’d need to pray, she says. This actually makes me smile and while pulling her in closer to my body, I say, fuck the bodhavistas. We’ll follow this trail until we can’t.