“Balance Between Flesh and Spirit”

In mist and silence, still they breathe,
Two souls adorned in lace and light—
One in black, with eyes like dusk,
One in white, serene and bright.


They sit as mirrors, side by side,
In lotus calm, yet worlds apart,
A statue still in golden gaze
Marks the center of their heart.

Tattooed truth on skin and bone,
Sacred flesh in mortal thread—
Desire, peace, and dual tones
In harmony, not fear or dread.

Between them sits the Buddha’s form,
No judgment in his sculpted grace,
A witness to the sacred storm
Of soul and body, time and space.

For beauty rests not just in skin,
But in the stillness one can find—
When lust and calm are woven in
The deeper threads of humankind.