Stray Thoughts.... On A Hot Day Poem by Dr. Mary Annie A.V

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!