hungry, so hungry

I crave a field
I crave a field so huge I’m terrified
to wade across its face
I crave a field at night
with warm breeze and fireflies
with warm breeze that hums and sighs in
under my skirt
kisses my calves, thighs, cunt
and draws in a dry, cool lightning storm
and my heart leaps from my chest and
into the sky
I crave a field with tall, sweet-smelling
grasses churning lazy ocean waves
and with
the eyes of slumbering homes
glowing in the distance
I crave a field where small winged insects flutter and creak
and the clouds blow away again
and every star is there
and the moon
gently paints me
silver