The hot sun drains me
from her well I draw afresh.
Tiny fountains spring :)
...
I like you barefoot:
Your crooked little toes
running out of shape
never fitting the shoes.
...
Take a walk now
throughthe cluttered mind of mine.
Pick up the pieces
...
The sea kisses the clouds
at the farthest end
the earth from where I stand.
...
She smiled always.
I remember when she did, Always.
And I would know nothing was right
Always.
...
Bread, a small packet
the one with the dried fruits
what do they call it?
...ah! whatever.
...
Stray Thoughts.... On A Hot Day
The hot sun drains me
from her well I draw afresh.
Tiny fountains spring :)
The sun is wild
her wellsprings cool
liquid balm.
I shade my eyes
his silhouette
in between distracts.
Upon the hot sand
our shadows lengthen
twist and squirm.
Map my dress
sweat from my armpits
he wanders in. —
Dry summer sun
dampness rolls off
her thighs.
Too hot
the sun wiped his sweat
summer showers!