by Silkyheat ©
Let your eyes look upon me
my flowing lines, my lush valleys
and want me for your very own
to plant in me the seeds of sweetest labor
My moist
loam longs for your fingers
to churn me inside out
and after, to inhale my subtle scent
and carry it in your mind always
I need nourishment
from you
give to me of your endless fountains
sometimes just a light sprinkle
other times a torrential deluge
Push your
spade deep into me at harvest
and gently pull out my offerings
and know I will always provide what you need
if you provide the care and nurturing I need.