More Intense Than Antony And Cleopatra

Big city confusion, Dazzling neon lights flash Downtown intersection Where exited people talk And laugh at newspaper corners, Birds perch atop old building roofs And gaze at me with prayerful eyes Mystically returning from a saint’s life In a reincarnation mysterious journey. I’m all alone in a cold night Dying for heartbeats not my own And friendly conversation, Clutching a letter written in faded ink Promising a hotel rendezvous In a neutral city Where we would kiss beside Nude window blinds And experience frenzied passion More intense than Antony and Cleopatra. My training is patient and silent meditation While I seek revelation and self-realization, And search for my identical twin soul Waiting in a room with a secret magical number.