in an empty field

i see your golden kissed skin,

like melted drops of sunlight

covered on your body,

with its glassy shine

like honey.

you are unlike any flickering brass light bulb ­

you are the brightest.

in an empty field

i see your hands soft and tough as a waterfall ­

rushing so fast but colliding so clear with my own hand,

i often wonder if we’re one of the same oceans.

i hope you see how well we form, that like rain

we fall one at a time, yet in the same

second.

in an empty field

i see your arms, that have already

got me into an embrace

so gentle and secure like

a silk ribbon that

is not used for my clothes, but to

hold my weak body in

place.

it surprises me that you slip away so fast,

that i have to practically tie you around my waist

if i want to feel eased from

distress.

in an empty field

i see your eyes like green stars,

appearing so odd from the rest,

that it is like i am blind to see that

those stars ­

don’t exist.

it hurts me to know that

all those watchful stars stuck onto the ceiling

I would see as a child, were

green.

in an empty field

i see your soul

wild, enchanting, luminous, mesmerizing that

i could write poems and poems until i am empty with words,

and then i become

that empty field.