Wife of the Farmer

My Love,

Standing by the door

I wait for you,

Dawn to dusk

Though my feet are numb

But a glance at your face

Takes my pain away

My Love,

Your eyes speak of the day

You don’t need to talk

I can hear every word

And I can read your every thought  

My Love,

Let me pick the beads of sweat

With gentle kisses

And wipe your forehead

With my fingers

My Love,

Let me pour you glass of wine

And kindle sparks,

On your dry lips

And I will watch you, 

drink it sip by sip

Let me look at you

With love...

flaring in my eyes

melting in my words

My Love,

Your cheeks are burning with heat

And your veins are swollen

Rest your head on my heart

And flow through me

Fill me with your burning breath

And take my peace

My Love,

I am your land

Let me grow you, a tree thick and green

In its shade, you can rest

Until another dawn

My Love,

the blisters on your palms

are my diamonds

the scars on your feet

is my gold

So let me hold your hands in mine

And Let me kiss your feet

until you fall asleep...
until ...
you leave again for the fields