It's always easier to remember
The smell of the wheat fields
Uncropped after winter.
I looked for you then
Amongst the waves.
The waves in that field that we made
Our own as we made love within its folds for days.
I miss you...
I miss the taste of the wind
Like rye bread on our tongues
As we exchanged kisses under the solstice sun.
It seems so long ago
Through that field, we did run
And we'd tumble into our favorite spot
That's when all of the fun began.