Green Hips

The slopes that rise and fall

With our breath between them

Are a sihloutte of green hips

On the horizon:

Suspended across the skies

In an effortless sprawl,

They are wild thighs

To the wondering mind

As a pen is to paper

The incarnation of daydreams.

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