Poem -
The Wheatfields
I awaken on natures bed
the wheatfied glowing in
the daybreaks sunlight.
The wetness of you
clings to my body
like morning dew.
The softness of
this summer breeze
is the whispered promises you
breathed as we lay.
your taste is on my lips
I have drank you deeply
like a flagon of sweet wine
intoxicated by your touch.
calling your name
I wait for you once more
but only the fluttering
of Nightingales answer me.
the trickling waters of the stream
cool and knowing my needs.
The softness of the ripening
wheat flowers are like your skin.
and
I ache for you
to return to me
in our bed
in the wheatfields
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