innocence

to lay naked,

cradled

in the warm arms of trust,

her brow filled

with hints of her pleasure

just quite( in the height of her arc

these innocents

of

innocence

-still guiltless

that will be beauty for

always

and ever last this heart

in young death

to old

laying spread flat

in a wheat field in fall

unseen

by day’s dusk

and the million golden children

of a lonely farmer,

never

will this beauty

fall from

my heart