Pastorale

All verdant with the thought of spring
I close my eyes; imagining that all
these winking sparks behind my eyes make small
the sprawling fields. Young dandelions fling
white feathers in the air, and dreams can bring
them back into this world where they will fall
upon those waiting in the fields for all
their various lovers in the evening…
The wind brings hints of your approaches:
the perfume of your steps, the sound of you
wafting your scent through light and air.
Grass whispers as you sit, and night encroaches –
your lips on mine, our bodies pulling blue
out of the sky, where stars blink everywhere.

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