The horizon was a sea of corn stalks,
stretching out endless in either direction
swaying in the breeze and
I imagined it had a breath of its own.
We laid there naked in the field,
behind the burnt out foundation
of the old farmhouse.
A blue moon gave us some light
and a glow to your skin
Stumbling there in the night
Rollin on the dirt
with skinned knees
and laughter
You pressed your flesh to mine
I kissed you deeply
and knew peace.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 8:15 PM UTC
The horizon was a sea of corn stalks,
stretching out endless in either direction
swaying in the breeze and
I imagined it had a breath of its own.
We laid there naked in the field,
behind the burnt out foundation
of the old farmhouse.
A blue moon gave us some light
and a glow to your skin
Stumbling there in the night
Rollin on the dirt
with skinned knees
and laughter
You pressed your flesh to mine
I kissed you deeply
and knew peace.
Here's a new one. I haven't been on here much, but this is the first poem I've written in years that isn't completely miserable.