Touch Poem by Saroj Padhi

At your touch
bones turn into flowers,
burning minds, into bowers
sweating clouds, into showers;
desires lose all heat
as they take on redemptive fires
and silent smokeless prayers;
breaths bend into cool shivers
of the flame of surrender-
into the great bonfire of merger;
body of mires transforms each cell
into the fountainhead of springs
that converge into the ocean of Love
overflowing the dark sanctum
of every heart longing for light;
let this life be the joyous game
in your hands, my supreme lover
as back into elements, we alight!