We lie in the field together
With gentle flowers caressing our sides
Your hair is the bark of the oaks
Laid out in copper thread
My eyes painted in the clouds of winter
My little dolls sculpted to reflect you
You kiss me once
I sing into your soporific mouth
We lay gently together
In the cool night breeze
While the insects dance
Like shooting stars
And the stars shine like
Sea devil lures
As the water gently laps
At the third sledge.