Two poems based on Pablo Neruda's Book of Questions

We began the workshop today with an exploration of Neruda's Book of Questions. Together, we read some select poems with a closing poem, in English and the original Spanish. After this discussion of the poems, particularly those we loved, we wrote. For 35 minutes, we wrote. There are two poems that I love, that I'm going to craft more with the hope of publishing it somewhere, but I'll share two ruminations.

1
Tell me, is the green eye
afraid of the coming frost?

Why does the unwilling tear
crouch about in dark corners?

Does it whisper in the hush of a child
saying her first prayers?

Is there anything as blue
as its trail on a dry bed of skin?

2
And what of the flame, does it envy
the dancer's leap through bitter air?

Why does she twist so happily
when levees break with a wisp?

Have you noticed her thigh swells
haughty like the drowned man's wave?

Whom can I ask how a swallow of sweat
intoxicates into pacified stillness?

Thoughts?