Sun Off Kilter Tanning The Wheat

Sun off kilter tanning the wheat— The crows broke into her cold fast, As breeze stir dropped its sweetness by The dark golden, her soupy flesh. From childhood not cooling like The sun off kilter tanning the wheat Comes a girl's faithfulness on skin— The atmosphere for pressing heat. A sweat thaw on her boundless brow— The girl running lost, wild and free; The sun off kilter tanning the wheat, Palms shake in her sign expressing— The bleaking crows eat off her heart; She's in their blue brassing— it speaks, The child still not a child's bearing Sun off kilter tanning the wheat.