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!

by Dr. Mary Annie A.V

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ah, is this poem symbolism of something i think i know? ..why the mention of the word 'thigh' so square?