Because of you, in fields of canola grain bobbing in the breeze I yearn early scents of summer.
I have nigh forgotten your countenance, I can no longer remember your warm embrace; how did you feel entwined with me?
It is because of you, that I favour the flushing gold in open paddocks, they have no voice or sight.
I have all but forgotten your deep resonating voice; I have forgotten your soul eyes.
Like a flowered head to it’s seed, I am bound by distant memories of you. I live daily with the hurt of a long rooted pain; if you touch me now, you will do ir-reversible harm.
Your caresses hold me, like full blown crops reaching for the sky.
I have forgotten your lust, yet it seems I see reflections of you in every mirror.
Because of you, the strong odours of summer crops hurt me; because of you, I again seek out the pieces that breathe desire: brilliant night skies, cloudless moons.
Joining in here as I like to do...