Sometimes I see myself through
your eyes, my pale face so in love,
aching for the caress of that
flaxen haired boy racing
through rolling wheat fields.
Suddenly serious your adventurous
eyes sent shivers through me.
I longed for your touch anytime and
we kissed open mouthed without
I adored your mock anger when
chasing after me and the awkward
way you looked down at your hands.
Soon Autumn threw its shadow on
sprouting wheat, smooth and wet.
From the half closed door I hear the
whisper of your breathing and know
there are different kinds of love,
wild , ruthless, and unafraid.
art by Rob Hefferan