Fifty Two: Lust

Lust
Thirst,
for sweat.

Thirst
for smells.

Thirst
that his voice
clings to your skin.

Thirst
to never let
His memory escape.

Thirst
and never wash
the passion away.

Thirst
to keep all aches
from fading

Thirst in the rains
for summer.

Thirst in summer
for shade.

Thirst for dreams
and then for sleep.

Thirst
to feel life inside.

Growing like lust,
taking root,
forming a face
emerging.

Thirst forever,

Like Meera,
Like Buddha,
Like you and me.

Lust,
must be nirvana then.

6/7/05

First published on Caferati