YouthYou are the breathof dandelion seeds.An explosion of fresh fuzzinessand abundant zeal,unanchoredby the laborsof this life.

This young maiden,blossoming in the rays of youth,my teeth chalk-white,my breasts, mangoes, ready to be plucked in season, red and ripe.

I witness the crimson siegesstarted by overlords in gas maskswhich cause chaos clouds to formover the living to steal their liberty

I walk alone, sharing company with the winds, at peace with the elements.

Allow meto slowly undress your hairand make loveto your ears.

I am yesterday’s newsabandoned in a heap, patiently waitingfor the recyclers bin

FlameYou burnlike a candleor a hurricane lamp,your eyes, shut like a window at dusk.Your hair, orange ropes.The flames from your aurareveal a rapture of release,I see in the cleft of your teeth.

I will not speak of the woman,round and heavy, like me,who will give birth to a child she’ll be ashamedto name.