Lust, Love and Prayer


Poems by Avikal

I am not speaking of love.
I know the curves of her body;
they fill my hands.
I know the surrender of her throat
and the invitation of her hips.
I know the moistness in her eyes
and the ocean between her thighs
and the lingering and the yearning.
I know the whispers and the bites,
shivers, and nails,
and the depths where I dissolve.
I don’t speak of high love.
I don’t speak of love at all.
My mouth is full of you.


It comes and strikes you.
Your eyes suddenly open to see that which is,
the world is transfigured and everything
is resplendent with the grace of God.
Or it comes as a gentle whisper,
soft as a breeze that flows under your skin
and melts your bones. Different cords vibrate
inside you and the music of existence
plays without a player.
It takes possession of your body, changing
the direction of the streams of energy,
rounding corners, rewiring nerves,
helping the hidden smile appear
on your lips and innocence to moisten your eyes.
The secret heart fills with sweet, gentle longing as you
see the true face of the Beloved
in the thousands of small things 
of everyday life.
You don’t want anything special
when everything is just perfect.
Preciousness becomes the name of the
game. Every form is the form of
the Beloved.
Every name is His name.
Nothing can be excluded, ever.
Neither when you remember, nor when you


Lovers meet.
Lovers look. Lovers touch.
Lovers speak, silently listening to the words
and the rhythm of their hearts.
Lovers breathe, feeling the hollow under theirs chests
where unquestionable emotions pulsate.
Lovers wait, suspended in time, the brushing
of a lip on a lip,
of hair on a cheek,
of fingers on a shoulder.
Time disappears and in the temple of being
manifests the Beloved.
For seconds that stretch into eternity
lovers kiss and whisper and
the fearful emptiness becomes the
golden vase filled with delicious not-knowing.

Poems by Avikal –

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