Splay
Wild and unkempt, the field croons to me,
a siren's call beseeching
to play tag with the wind,
sprinting across the uneven surface
and splay full-length, face-down
upon her mossy breast.
I gluttonously drink gulps of her scent,
fecund and rich and savory
enough to satisfy my appetite.
Then she whispers softly,
mere breath-brushes against my neck,
as the pull of an unheard heart-thump
draws me down
to nestle deeper in her caress.
The curly blades of grass trill arias
as they sing across my skin,
and tiny red ants
march to their drumbeat of life
in rank order rows tangent to my face,
while a solitary spider
dangles from a single silken strand.
.
I lie hidden from the world
by my sentient shield
immersed in the rhythm
and innate magic of my overgrown meadow.
Copyright © Jennifer Weible | Year Posted 2008
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