FIELDS

Where are we going
I ask my love
For a walk
She tells me
And I smile
At this new adventure
This odyssey she will take me on
I gaze at the sleek fineness of her skin
The dark eloquence of her eyes
She takes my hand in hers
And we walk, her and I
Through overgrown and lush fields
Fertile and fragrant
The green growth strokes our thighs as we walk
I feel the warm graciousness of the sun on my back
And I want to pull my lover down
Here, in the brilliant and perfumed paradise
And linger
Down amongst this ambrosial softness
And place honeyed smooth kisses
Upon the tender arch at her throat
But I continue to walk with her
This woman who has so totally captured my heart

Here, she says and pulls me gently down beside her
I feel the warm sweet breezes playing with my face and neck
You must let me go, she tells me
And I feel a deep quaking in my soul
How can I let go of this woman?
As much a part of my heart
As the veins that run through it
If I let her go
This love of mine
Who will I be?
As long and as tightly as I have held on to her
I can't, I won't
Please don't ask this of me
I ask no more of you, she answers
Than I ask of myself
I reach for her hands
But now they are fragile and weak
The silky smoothness that was her voice
Is husky, harsh and a wound to my ears, heart and my soul
I look into my love's face
And it is a face of illness, pain and suffering
Eyes now dull and lusterless

The winds have changed
Glacial, frigid and cutting
The sky, dark and ominous
The grasses in which we sit
Are dry and jagged and bruise my skin
I look away across the fields in which we sit
And I am full of anguish, desolation and regrets
I love you, she says, I always will
I feel warmth upon my back
And it is bright again
The grasses are soft with sympathy and forgiving
The sun is out again, I turn to tell her
But she is gone
A trick of light
Or a figment of my imagination?
I lift myself to my feet
And begin to move forward
Head up, eyes on the horizon
It's what she would have wanted

And it's what I will give her...

LizaBella Stephenson