Sweet Poppies

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.

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