Kiss The Scarecrow

Out in the field she sees him. This lifeless object that couldn't talk,
wouldn't walk. From her bedroom window the scene mystified her. He was
an affection of her desire, crafted to near perfection. But he hadn't been created 
for her advantage. Not even the scavengers of the sky that wreaked havoc on
the crop flew from his presence. Rugged looking he had been placed up high on
a wood frame. She knew that he could see her, watch on as she peered out at him
from her bedroom window. The though that he could see her delighted her senses.
His existence was more than captivating. The depths of her soul longed for his touch,
affection was what she craved, something her husband wouldn't give. Only the fantasies
of her imagination could gratify her. She would never allow her husband to know of her 
sin, that craving that plagued her through the silence of night. She knew he would go into
another one of his drunken rages that took her dignity. And then he would cut down and
destroy the one thing that kept her sane. This scarecrow was all she had. It stood bold,
his clothes weathered and worn. But she knew every inch of him. His face she had
familiarized. Every dream had ensured their private connection. She had been a prisoner 
in her own home for years, unable to have any contact with the outside world. When her husband
would leave for work she would spend her time in the field, telling the scarecrow all her desires 
willing that he listen to her most intimate thoughts. Her secrets were his for the taking.
 And when the summer rains came, her tears fell because she could offer no
comfort as she watched him chill to the core. If only she could wrap him in the warmth of her 
love. Then one day she couldn't take it a moment longer. It was time. She grabbed an old
ladder that lent against the barn. She then dragged it for quiet a distance along the ground.
 The exhilaration she felt at that moment was all that she could bare. Her wet dress clung to her
thin frame as the rain lightly fell. When she finally reached him, it took every bit of strength for
her to position it correctly. Then slowly she began to climb its length as the breeze mingled with 
the rain. She knew that she was being outrageous, but the urge was way to strong. She
could feel her heart beat in her chest at the anticipation of what she was about to do. Her long dark
hair clung to her face as she clutched the sides of the ladder. She refused to look down. 
 Then finally when he was in reach, his eyes staring blankly into hers. There was no expression, but she 
didn't care. She reached out and ran her fingers down his cheek. It was the face she had become so 
fond of. She then lent in and placed her mouth over his. And then her arms were finally around him
holding him tight as his soft body molded into hers. She could hear his whispers calling out her name
The seduction was still there . For so long it had drowned out her torment as his lure cast a shadow over 
her hurt. She could feel him kissing her back as waves of ecstasy cast its pleasure. And then they were 
falling through the rapture of an essence as the ladder gave way from beneath her. Both lay motionless
beside each other. Her breath had ceased as heavens train welcomed its claim But their secrets will lie
 forever in the fields, where  a man and women linger, dancing in the summer rain.