The cloth filters
My heavy breath, laden with particles of sand,
As I survey this desert that is your abode.

I see you everywhere -
Your curvaceous body
That shifts like the dunes.

My fingers explore
The love bites you left on my neck
Like ripples made by the wind on the sand.

The ominous scales left by a desert snake
Now consumed by grains of sand,
Churned by my weary feet.

I search for the oasis,
Which I suspect is near your navel,
To quench my thirst.

If it is a mirage that consumes my life,
Let it be of you…
Your flesh and your skin.

 © Nikesh Murali

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