sea of grass

I drew you to the window
early when I was still wet
from the night

when the sun
raised a thick scent of straw
opening red jewels of clover

the bees sang in the busy wind
I danced for you
and when your feet entered

the dampness
I bowed and turned
I broke for a minute

and you were captured
in our field of sighs
of tiny pricks and whispers

closing waist deep
around you
away from your shore

so much taller
than your heart ever knew