Spring Planting

I was not born
To play the role
Of restless lover
And pining maiden
I was made for
Finer things
But my heart still
Longs for you and
I twist in my bed
At night

I have called a
Curse down on
My dreams as
You move seamlessly
Through my mind
The roughness of
Your whiskers
Shivering my palms

I am the air of you
And you are the lightness
Of me
Together we become
Ashes and incense
I am the open field
Green and verdant
Spread before you
Yours to plow
At your leisure