(dedicated to the memory of Adriana Pavlov)

Then, in the deep silence of the prayer hall

In the sweltering heat

you stood on your knees.

Before the brisk motion of the index finger

could complete your holy urge

the God filled the prayer room

with his own nakedness.

The phallus and the candlesticks

were removed from your dreams.

In the light warmth of the holy flesh

you were elevated to

the eternal mistress of the spiritual.

Prayer hung on lips smeared with love

on a bubble of sound.

Transilated By Ajit Zakarias

Copyright  © 1998 Jayan K.C