She

She

Who smells like a warm and moist

Earth

One deep opened fertile

Furrow

She

Smelling like winds and groans

Like ankles soft and sunburn

in the daylight of July

She

has cut down and given away

blossom after blossom now standing

bare skinned

hidden in the leaves

She

always have found the time to be

nearby to observe unobtrusively

that other

right here silently humming

along

always ready to clasp

in the fall

if there will be a need for

Him