Furrow In A Field
for J.C.S.

a lot like or hardly at all like
old times, what we shared today

in suit from the office
at the computer, back to me,
wanted her to, with her eyes,
make me barer still

did this eventually,
we together, intimately
she in her suit, I in birthday suit

embraced like this, lifted her like this
begged for hugs and got them

hungry, thirsty for hugs
she alone to deliver them
she alone allowed this near

we did embrace long once
she, as if wanting to hold me
as much and as long
as I needed to embrace her
and with all her might, she hugs tight

some agreement, understanding,
affection waking up

aroused in her, awakened in her,
waves of passion, of desire
she was the newest of women
I a fool, intoxicated

breathless in adoration
as she entered puberty, pubic hair gathering
until there was a bush,
thick enough to obscure, where she was,
otherwise, gaping open


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
12:05 a.m. 07/09/07