Field of Water

I will walk

the shore of your reserve,

your gaze a path parting

grasses and wildflowers, a wave

upon the prairie, a sunburned sea.

I will rest within your mouth,

and hidden swim

your eyes, leagues of memory,

sweeping deep a trembling wind

on meadow's skin.

Beneath the heads of flames,a froth,

of Queen Anne's lace around my waist,

wading swells of blades

lashing fragrance green,

 between my thighs

a song, on stem and petal

smothering where fire fades

I wait.