A World away in a field of hay

on an evening oven warm

where with finesse a cotton dress

did shape and form adorn

she would not know this absent beau

so craved the merest touch

and adored every thought and view

he worshipped her as such

she lie there smiling hand to brow

to shield the falling sun

and looking up she spoke to him

she told him of the one

somehow that set an inner man

free from virtue's chains

a charge so unfamiliar

now coursed within his veins

he shifted slightly to his side

his shadow touched her thigh

and moving back he found himself

positioned then whereby

he covered her, a darkness fell

across her harvest skin

hypnotised he realised

a stirring deep within

he held her in the shade of want

but soon she wriggled free

and sashayed off towards the gate

just what will be will be

he lay down in the damaged berth

the crushed and trodden sedge

where blades and petals held her form

then made himself a pledge

that should another take his heart

then he would take it back

or at the very least he'd try

to get her in the sack.