patterned field.

i was thrown down

by the grass,

by the kick of the wind,

and a tuck of the ground.

my face missing,

in soured milk.

both eyes staring

at the blankly 

peaceful sky,

steady streams 

trickling on soil.

i am growing

into you and 

your face

twisted in frowns

of deformed tree 

bark,

and your sculpted

melting lips,

bawling like a baby's

as the abusive gales

whistle right through.

your beautiful

crying sounds

as your voice chews

on that mouth,

your shifting

running fingers,

beat on,

flick on this

hollowed body,

burning with

fantastic mimicries,

wishing on other 

people's dreams.

through sky gale, 

tree ground,

grass soil,

down streams 

sounds bark,

with other mimicries

shifting fingers, lips 

sculpted this 

beautiful body

growing frowns

and chews,

baby's face

dreams on,

staring blankly,

mouth missing milk.

this body frowns,

lips bark mimicries,

milk streams on face,

gale blankly chews

soil ground.

frowns.

chews.

mimicries ground face.

face chews frowns.

frowns.