Each day I visit the field. The warm setting sun and the calm breeze all too familiar.
My hair flowing in the flurry, and skin glowing in the spotlight
The scented flowers and tall grasses made a perfect tapestry of color.
And a great home to write
Yet each day I find a surprise.
A ballon stuck in paradise
A group of baby deer
Or a smiley bunny grinning from ear to ear.
But one day there was a different gift
It was nor a place to skip, an area to dance, a tree to swing from,
No, this gift was human
As human as can be
He watched me dance and sing
A smile leaped onto his face
And yet each time I disappeared back under the grass
He did not stand in place
No, he moved with a dazzle in his eyes.
He moved closer and closer
Each step was so delicate not to hurt a fly
His crystal blue eyes followed my every move
And in that moment I though I froze
Because you chuckled and tossed me a pink little rose
I leaped to my toes catching it midair
Just to fall
But you didn't hesitate because you didn't care
And you told me you loved me least of all
After an hours nap in the sweet meadow I lay cuddled in my blanket. Normally I would be sprawled out, soaking up every ounce of the summer. But now I lay cold but covered in sweat.
Nightmares.
The only thing scary enough to kill without a single particle of air.
I slowly pealed the cotton cover off my naked skin. A cool autumn breeze waltzed by making every hair on my body dance.
I shivered to the beat but continued to uncover myself. I twisted around and opened up like a starfish. But the wind shifted and ran up the north. Tickling my wet core in the process.
Shuddering from the delectable feeling, I opened my legs wider. Adjusting the daisies under my chest I prepared for another afternoon of joy.
And the draft blew again. Traveling inside of my core and spreading like a wildfire of pleasure. I moaned at its contact.
The alps on my chest grew hard and firm with each zephyr. The daises drooped under there heavy weight. I messages them after being squeezed with every moan from the wind.
They grew red after constant contact so I dropped them and watched them dangle in the tips of the grass. Caressing them for me.
My moans grew louder as the winds picked up speed, travel through the inside of me. Shortly after I felt water drizzle down my leg.
I smiled when I saw the sun still shinning. It seemed to share a cup of tea with me. Only being polite I slipped my hand between my legs and gathered my cup of tea. Bringing my hand to my mouth I tasted my sweet juices.
With my tea party coming to an end with the sun hiding behind the mountains, I started to wash and clean our dishes.
I grabbed my cheeks and opened them wide and moaned as I poured a stream. Like a river down a mountain, it cleaned my core.
Using my blanket to dry myself I easily tied it around my hands. Wanting it to flow behind me as I run thought the meadow, bare.
But then as simple as my dream, I tripped and feel on you and your squishing little friend. You shoved me off and screamed in pain clutching it below your waist. Anger and embarrassment flashed through your mind has you reached to grab you clothes for cover.
You eyes scanned my body with lust. I looked down to find my alps covered behind my hair and the grass protecting the rest of me.
And with a quick slight of hand your fingers glided on skis down my alps. Seconds later you ran. Your moon shone as white as the real one.
And in that moment I made it my duty to follow the moon, just as ancestors followed the stars.
I lay awake at night, nuzzled in my cozy bed with an troubled feeling, like I was being watched. My window cracked open, my curtains swaying with the breeze of the valley below. But yet I felt something off. My stomach turned uneasy, making me anxious. I sat up, wrapping the sheets around my skin, and peered around my moonlit room. Nothing. I sighed and laid back down to dream. But there it was again, a movement, a sudden shift. This time I got out of bed, dragging a chain behind me, I sat alongside my window. Just slightly visible from the oddest angles.
And then I caught you.
Your blonde hair in a quiff, peaking up from the window sill. Your eyes hungrily scanning my room. You tilted you gaze towards me, squinting to see if I were real. In that split second you realized it was me, and tumbled back, I giggled. And when you sheepishly appeared again I smiled at you courageousness. I motioned for you to join me, before heading back to the cover of my sheets.
As you hoisted yourself up into my room your perfectly sculpted muscles flexed. You smirked when you realized I had been watching. I patted a spot next to me and you graciously excepted, sitting yourself down. We shared a stare a glance into each others souls. His perfectly emerald green eyes glistened.
Then I yawned.
You eased me back down into bed, tucking me in. You got up ready to leave, when I yanked you back down. You smiled and began to strip your blue cotton t-shirt and grey cargo shorts. Within second you were down to you underwear and slid into the empty spot next to me.
Your large arms wrapped around my waist and chest. Our legs became intertwined as I doze of into a peaceful slumber. But just before I slipped away, you kissed me.
A peck on the cheek and a passionate kiss on the lips.
Goose bumps covered my arms in the early morning breeze. You were nowhere to be found, no article of clothing left behind, no note, not even a sound. So I forced myself awake, and out of bed. The chilling air seems to be worse without the shielding sheets of my bed. Each step, each movement, the gust danced around, getting tornado winds of air.
I considered getting dressed, but that would result it much dismay. So I skipping to my kitchen, letting the air explore every inch of me. Nothing was ever off limits.
I made myself a light bowl of oatmeal before returning to my room. The morning sun had arose off in the distance, shining, and lighting up my room. I twirled around in the spotlight, not missing a chance to put on a good show.
Being outside of the city, in the rural hills, there wasn't much of anything. There was no need for locks or privacy blinds. I lived in a town of twenty in total. All spaced out between twenty four miles of land. A small market and four shops were located at the center.
Everyone made a living out of farming or tapestries, except me. I am a photographer. I take exquisite pictures of the unknown land, sending them to the big city along with a poem or story. They are then published in newspapers or posted to blogs. None of that could be done out here. We are oblivious to the new world.
That is why it was such a delicacy to meet you. I had not visited the town or my neighbors in weeks, and yet somehow I find you on one of my picnic breaks. And then again, snooping through my window.
I never needed to get dressed to work. I never woke up cold. I never lay awake in the dead of the night. And I never, ever, had seem someone quite like you. And now I feel the need to dress, I feel the need to change. Things are no longer me and nature. Things are now me, Mother Nature, and you.
In any field, find the strangest thing, and explore it.
