I could lie still in the tall grasses
And let the waving blades brush against my skin
And listen to the softly moving breezes
As they whisper through the leaves
Saying how much they want you
To join me there
I could lie still under the afternoon sunlight
As it illuminates the field of grasses
Gently, at a low angle, creating shadows
That dance across my arms and my legs and my face
Like curling fingers, a message that beckons you
To lie down with me there
I could turn my eyes toward the bright blue arch
of the sky
Over these acres fresh and flowing
And see nothing but endless emptiness
Not even the faintest outline of the moon or
traces of stars
Only the depth of the universe
Where at the other end you
May be hiding, waiting, watching
And I may call out to the sky
To the wind, to the low-hanging sun like an
Apricot clinging heavy to its branch,
And to the undulating, tickling stalks,
To bring you out from that place
Where you mark your hours
And carry you to the field,
This field of tall grasses,
Where you would lie down with me
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