rewrite of an old piece. I tightened this one up and changed it a bit. It might be in the archives with the same title. I didn't check. I know I was listening to Eva Cassidy's "Fields of Gold" when I wrote it before.

"Field Dreams"

When I'm in deep imagination,
Eyes closing in sublimity,
Mind becoming entwined
With your fantasies of golden fields,
I can almost picture your eyes moonlit,
The color of the morning sky,
Reading my mind as we stand
In amber glow.

My hair softly brushing my waist
As gentle breezes blow.
My thoughts calmed by your shoulder.
Arms about me.
Your heartbeat against mine.
Lips sure of each taste
About my neck and shoulders.

Gentleness, as your hands
Meet the skin of my spine-
Sending rushes to my buried soul.
Air thinnng as starry altitude I climb.
Trying to catch my breath
Before I fall.
Lost, enraptured in you.
World ceasing to turn.
Ceasing existence.
Only we.
Only we......

BJH

__________________

Very poetic, I felt a bit creepy because I thought I was touching you when I read that.

...that post is even more creepy.

I think I learned something from reading this aswell... thanks

rofl Oh my! Well, I guess I'll take that as a compliment unless by touching you meant wrapping your hands around my neck to strangle me. If it evoked emotion and drew you into it the piece served it's purpose and that's the highest compliment.
I appreciate you reading and the comments. And the giggle I got.

__________________