A Field

A Field©2013 Written by Lewis Y.K   Wind blowing softly the blades of the grass waves gently to me flowing bees dancing along their invisible stage darting in and out and back and forwards. Hearing the songs of the field ascending to the heavens so cheerful are they whose wings that fly on the wind. Feeling the sun kissing my shoulders wrapping his warmth around my waist onto my knees and the wind blows through my dress as I place my hat along my face smiling with joy feeling the heat reach deep in me as I lay. Seeing red, yellow, and blue are the colors of the field, as I slow to a snail’s pace watching the blades of grass grow stretching ever so closely to the warmth of the sun. Melting of ice in my drink sweating feverishly along the glass palms wet what a relief placed along my lover neck. Watching him closely following his lead. I tilt my head back and melted slowly to him.