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
