Sunburn

A day had wrapped two frowns Around my shoulders Because the sun was indifferent   So I stood on my hands And told a friend That sunburn Is a matter of perspective Advertisements

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.