.her bare belly cups the moonlight quietly flowing down
.resting there after the leap across space, curling now like a kitten
.above the warm brown skin rising and falling in procession,
.like gentle rain on a spring day the damp earthscent everywhere
…while whispers so gently the warm summery wind through the light curtains,
.the breath of sleeping fields
.reddening tomatoes and the melons slowly swelling like the very ocean
(and she dreams, too, her green eyes inward and her breasts are hills beyond which the
valley of her belly lies,
.seeing her brown belly bare within the falling moonlight, gathering it, working, hoping)
.there are no witnesses now.
.in the suspirant morning the light encompasses everything in bright mist
.the melon scent warm and sweet the tomatoes intense red and full
.there is laughter from the farmhouse, and this laughter plays outward in the morning
.mist
.descending upon the laden fields like a shower, descending upon Her.