The Seed

This is about your resting shoulders,
ready feet,
your deeds.

This is about "I am a fool to have my eyes on you."
"Beautiful!"
"Wait for me."
Your words.

This is about what you have left behind;
the seed which has grown in the land of Nod.

Alas, this is about me,
your soil.

Is this what you intended to happen?

If this was so, then I thank you
for the freedom to be as I am.

But I am sorry.
It took a long time
to understand what you meant.