Bed of Buttercups

by Sierra


The sun my crown
And wind my skirts
Amber jewels in my hair,
Meadow larks voice our song
Golden sheets await us there.

Meet me, my love
Where field sways low
And heaven opens wide,
My breasts for you a pillow
Our blankets the summer sky.

I’ll sing for you
In softening light
Bath in your honey wine,
There we’ll stay ’till evening calls
And forever you’ll be mine.

(Image: Silvestri Matteo)


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