Summer Titles

Title Brown:

I feel like plunging into the yellow deeps of the swaying wheat fields and losing myself.
Giggle inside my stomach and listen to the dry leaves hugging each other in the dry wind.

That never ending chirps and hisses of summer dryness mixed with the warm burps of quenching soil. I am going to dig my head deeper and deeper into the brownness of earth, till where I can find the sour slates that will stop my mouth from watering.

Title Soil:

One day, after seeing you, do you know what I felt like?

To get tanned. A tan that will make the paleness under my cold eyes into a mix of brown and black.

Brown of the bony skin and the black of the weary eye lashes. A sharp hot valley below your eyes sent the mad arrow heads into my head. I need help. I need you.

Title Wind:

I am woken up by the wind while jay sleeping on my stomach. Through the open windows and long aisles it comes and swirls around me in this afternoon.

A guffaw of it's pride frolic makes me hate it more. The light that comes along and fills every corner, allows no compromise. I prefer to close my eyes. I am tired and I feel it on my thighs.

May be some other day. I sure, will come to the veranda and run with you. I am learning to be in the art of loving you. When I am ready to run away with you, come in white frocks.

Oh, and these pollens are tickling me and I feel my tongue so sharp. Let me bite my tongue.