The Sutra of the Moon

Tony from South Philly asked me,

"So, who is this guy?

Your boyfriend,

a lover,

the future Mr. Kimla?"

To put my finger on it, is like trying to show you who he is by pointing at him.

It is simple and infinitely complex, and there is no idea of him that can be spoken through the mouth. (Although I love his mouth, and lips, for all their, let's call them…"skillful ways.")

When spoken through the heart, there is only one word for what he is. 

He is my Moon.