daisies spring out of her skull
and **** away at the rippled
fountains under her eyes.

sheep collect just under his nostrils:
too many of them, obscuring
the field they graze upon.

little timeless mountains erupt
from the fiery magma that is
her face.

liquid gold drippity drips
onto his head,
but it doens't seem to bother him (it's not that hot).

condensed amber stares back at
you when she's listening, pure
wholesomness in a condensed mineral.

a single cornrow, divided, unites
two halves of a whole beautiful
art statement.