Cornelia Mattioli Poet I do not know?

Crop Circles

My bed is Kansas
Endless, barren windswept plains
Of empty sheets
Stretching to a distant horizon
It could be the flats of Nebraska 
On a starless night
Lonely
Bleak
So far, I can’t reach
And I’m storm chasing
Longing for a wild tumbleweed
to get swept up alongside my fence
Messing up my pristine cotton fields
with a bit of dirty rough stubble
Brushed against my rosy cheeks
I want to grab a hold, of something unruly under my pillows
While making satin crop circles
At 3 am

© Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel 2015

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Jan Allison November 27, 2015 at 4:12 PM such wonderful imagery Cornelia:-) hugs jan xx Cornelia Mattioli November 28, 2015 at 12:49 PM Thank you so much, Jan!!