Fallowfield

 

I know this to be true my love
'fallow fields should be re sown'
And a crop of loving kindness reaped
when seeds are fully grown.
But first the seeds must get there
and that involves my plough
Can I plough your fallow field my love?
Can I plough that field right now?

Can I plough your fallow field my love
Once more before I die?
Will you wrap your arms around me
Let me finish with a sigh?
Might you kiss me in the places
that illuminate my brain ?
Or will you stay committed to
Your silent sad refrain?

That my plough has lost its lustre
and your field is overgrown
With the weeds of discontentment
for the man you once had known
As I stand before you naked
burnished plough firm in my hand
Can I  plough your fallow field my love
before it turns to sand?