asthewhitecrowflies:

the rain is patiently pattering and I
am full of poetry.

you open your eyes at intervals
determined by your quiet heart

your Irish greens
greet me like a long-lost sunrise.

I have slept with you countlessly
but for all my penetration
you are dreams away.

you are a cavern to be explored
through the toils of a lifetime

graceful troughs are forming
where I have made you smile.

in those places you go to incubate,
I will wait in the fields.