ANKLETS

Sands giggle under my tingling anklets

as my feet skid and willy nilly I fall

 into your arms to lose my jasmine petals ,

into  your hold that completely enthrals

leading  me to the end of my rehearsals .

Drops of sweat glisten on my skin

I’m nervous

yet I  don’t mind holding on

nestling to your wishes

like a secret wind playing  inside the thorny  bushes ;

as you have inspired my anklets with your touch

to blush , to dance with a desire to be

and  bleed till  I embrace eternity ;

see how 

my blush has melted into your looks

and your love has kept  me on tenterhooks .

comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

04/01/15