Brian Hathcock

I combed a field of sunflowers that day
then tapped my camera
while I waited for her

And I saw her

chocolate hair on white skin
blew out from the bright landscape
until her face was blurred

And she kissed me

while the sunflowers wilted,
until the field grew bare,
until the rocks were smashed to sand
you love me

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