To A Lonely Field Tonight Poem by Shelby Barker

We'll go
And we'll make love with our words
And our stories,
Lapping up with eager tongues
our moist, naked songs.
The barren ground will have never
tasted such sweetness.
We'll dance with entangled memories
And strip of lost desires until there is
nothing but blanket
beneath us; our layers will dissipate
around us.
The light night air will have never
felt such dense sensations.
We'll lie, bare under the grand, full sky
And the stars
Will gaze
At us