Reject

I started this for someone I had an infatuation for, and also to see if I could try writing something romantic. I've cleaned it up a bit since then--the ending isn't so romantic--though I'm not sure I completely like it.

To sleep on your stream bank
And live under your weather.
Ages in the grass
Of an auburn countryside;
When you tease me,
I need to be near you.

I’m the preacher of your pasture, the
Curator of your custom. I’m the
Boy to carry your artifacts
And shelter under your boughs.
I want to be the player in your show,
The flowers dying in your hair,
The egress of contemplation:
Heaven is intuition,
And I’m a missionary below
The stars. I’d
Like to believe in you at
First sight. How would I
know?