The eyebrow man

The sofa sank under his weight

the cushion cover wrinkled in complaint

the back of the sofa groaned in surprise

not used to such exercise.

She watched his hands that reached far

the other end of the seat

His head was tilted to the balcony

his long hair brushed against the wall

dancing in the wind raised by the electric fan

He picked the coffee mug and drank noisily

a drop of coffee hit his beard and sat confused

before deciding to tumble down on to his chest

and get lost in the hair again

the little coffee mark sat shy on the shirt

till the wind of the electric fan dried it off

he picked a cookie and raised his eyebrow

reading the name of the cookie from its chest

his neatly cut nails rubbed against the cookie

before his fingers pushed a side of it

into his mouth to be crunched and grounded

crum, crum the air said in between the deep sighs

he lifted his eye brows again to ask for water

water came to him sitting in a glass on a tray

he sipped it noisily

he nodded his head twice

as she sat demure

waiting for the eyebrow to move again.

Sky soul

This way, this way

I urged the sky

walking ahead

and creating space

I wanted to shut the door behind

when I knew he was fully inside

his tail of clouds and fancy breeze crown

his stars that shone and the sun that burnt

oh! you forgot the moon?

I asked surprised

He was busy, said sky casually.

Fit him in as I tried

I could not and I felt exasperated

I sweated profusely

anxious tears and fears of losing

ran down my cheeks

He laughed at me and gently sat

his ether butt on the foam chair

you need not tie me down to have me

neither should I

we are but free you and I

he held his arms and gathered my soul

a few thought strands he calmed them down

he planted a kiss on my forehead

and held me close

what is, is what is not

what is not, it is

I looked bewildered at his blabbering

and then smiled, and he joined in.