Desire Path, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Desire PathCrediton Hamlets: footpath through wheat field, Martin Bodman (2006)

Desire Path

The field now matured, with bright golden wheat.
All but a narrow path, of shoulders width,
Made by two lovers, to a glade of birch

Each day when the sun is no longer high
She now starts from the east, he from the west
Would come and these two vines would intertwine

Both are filled with tempestuous desire
A hunger their hearts yet to satiate
There is no want, the roaring fire to quelch

An island of refuge from any want
Here they feel so unadulterated
Ready to fulfill the other’s wishes

In their bed of myrtle they contemplate
The test of their love when the ground is white
Are their feelings but a mere summer love?