Like chocolate
Rolling, over backs,
and shoulders

Caressing blanket, of bones

Breath

Flicking pages
Themselves
Back
Forth

A brush
A comb

A field.

The man trudges, slowly
Laden
His mind filling
Aching
The crows;
The seeds of paint…

A flow
An ebb

The brush;
The dance of one mind
Of all my time
Of all, I’ve been through

The tractor comes.
Creating the ruts,
Repeating the paths

A sideways glance.

I brush,
Long,
Dark
My fingers, calm, your head

The field.

Accordion lines, concertina
Slow, breaths
Dark, currents
Build
Infested
Entwined with lovers.

A sideways glance, of guilted day.

A hand, from dark brown
Marked,
Stained,
Organic.

Still
Small
A wait, innocent of choice

White, following, overhead
Diving
Pecking
Pulling.

Thoughts of ground
Pull fear,
into the light, that lifts your face

And you smile