Two Short Poems

I unfurled layer after layer,
Into your sugary arms,
As if you are my toast,
And I am your butter.
— Butter



There she was,
Draped in a blanket of golden sunshine,
Stretching her arms in bed,
Ready to blossom.
—  Sunflower

Ayesha Nadeem


If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Ayesha Nadeem  would be pleased to hear them.