The tourists throng the temple, clicking away,

Ejaculating excited at exotic embraces,licking away

Its outer walls, designed to exhaust every body

Free of the corset - constraining the other

Cultures vultured by beard and brawn

The body a temple to be descecrated

Not venerated as an abode of the Spirit

The monk watches the fevered bodies, feverish minds

nature takes its course,the baboon laughs

watching the colorful human estrus

Devouring the other, creating another

Hunger that is death, the petit mort

without dharma, artha such kama leads not to moksha

Above the Two that are One in the Many

Until Self felt is the Beloved and Lover

the temple Within.