When I left you were lying frozen Under blankets of dirty snow, cold and fallow But now I'm back, and you're bursting Brimming with life into the night Smelling like my childhood, smelling like the side of his neck Where I pressed my hot face, saying good-bye I know how soft these fields would be to lie down in I know exactly how Queen Anne's Lace feels on my bare skin Our love cracked like baking bread, so slowly and sweetly A non-violent resistance, a passive persistence That split me open and sent me running from this shady soft cage Where love grows easy and pleasant I know exactly how he'll smile when I see him I know exactly how his back will feel beneath my fingertips when I embrace him And my chin will be at his shoulder And I'll look up, and he'll reach over And I'll reach out Beyond the homestead Beyond this heavy, humid familiar I know how soft these fields would be to lie down in I know exactly how Queen Anne's Lace feels on my bare skin What will we do with our hands Now that they've come unbound