Oasis

By Sibani Mohanty

As our fingers brush against each other, 

My heart gets as light as a feather. 

You are the oasis for my desert, 

Might write about you more than the words present. 

Allow me to caress your lip,

And hold you when you slip.

Clasp your hair while you put the neck piece on, 

That's the burden I willingly own. 

Tracing your scars and stretch marks, 

Ardently listening to all your remarks.

My palms are made to cup your face, 

To handle such beauty with divine grace. 

By Sibani Mohanty