SUPREME ORCHIDS OF LOVE STRONG COFFEE AS I SAT IN THE PLOWED FEILD TAKING A BREATHER AND GIVING THE MULES A REST, I SAW YOU SKIPPING DOWN THE MEADOW WITH A BASKET IN YOU HAND. YOU WERE BRING ME A SNACK AND SOME STRONG COFFEE AS MY GRANDMOTHER MINNIE DID FOR POPPIE BARNES. YOU CALLED ME POPPIE TOO AS DID OUR HALF DOZEN CHILDREN. I ALWAYS CALLED YOU MY ROSE, IT WAS MY ROSE, BECAUSE YOU TOOK AFTER THE BIG AMERICAN BEAUTY ROSE THAT YOU LOVED TO GROW. YOU ALWAY SMELLED OF THEM AS YOU MADE THAT ESSENCE YOU KNEW I LOVED. IT WAS EVERYWHERE ALL OVER MY COVERALLS. AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL SUNDRESS. YOU ALWAYS BATHED AND CHANGED TO BRING MY LUNCH AND STRONG COFFEE AS MY GRANDMOTHER DID TO POPPIE BARNES. YOU SAID IT WAS TO GET ME OFF MY LAZY BUTT AND GET THE PLOWING DONE BEFORE THE DINNER HOUR. WE MET IN MARSAILLES, WHILE IN SCHOOL, YOU THE STUDENT OF THE MASTERS OF IMPRESSIONISM AND I, THE GREAT NOVELIST, BUT YOU BELIEVED IN MY STORIES AND I ADORED YOU SOPHISITCATED WORK. WE WOULD WALK THE STREETS AT NIGHT AND TAKE A CHATEUANUEF DU PAPE AND A BIT OF BAGUETTE AND GO TO THE FRENCH CLUBS TO LISTEN TO THE NOSTALGIC FRENCH SONGS WITH ACCORDIAN AND VIOLIN. IT WAS SO ROMANTIC, MY HEART WAS YOURS LONG BEFORE I KNEW IT. WE DANCED TILL DIZZY AND WENT TO THE FLAT AND DID WHAT THE YOUNG DO. MANY TIMES. WE SOON FINISHED SCHOOL AND TOOK OVER THE FARM IN THE SOUTH. AND BEGAN TO HAVE SOME CHILDREN AND WE WERE GLORIOUSLY IN LOVE. MORE THEN, THEN WHEN WE FIRST MET. WE FELL DEEPER IN THE WELL OF BLISS ETERNAL THE MORE WE WERE TOGETHER. YOU TOOK ME TO THE WELL AND POURED A BUCKET OVER MY BARE CHESTED SELF AND LIGHTLY WASHED, ALWAYS SO DELICATE AND ALWAYS THE LADY. YOU WASHED THE MORNING WORK OFF ME YOU DIDN'T MIND THE DIRT, YOU JUST KEPT ME A GENTLEMAN FARMER IS WHAT YOU CALLED ME. YOU HAD A BRIGHT FLOWERED SUNDRESSS ON AND YOUR ARMS SO STRONG AND TAN. YOU POURED THE COFFEE IN A GIANT MUG LIKE GRANDMA MINNIE DID AND AS PER ALWAYS TOOK THE FIRST SIP TO MAKE SURE IT WAS PERFECTLY THE WAY I LOVED IT WITH A PIECE OF HONEYCOMB AND A BIT OF OUR COW'S CREAM. THE YOU HELD YOU LIPS OUT FOR ME TO TASTE. I LICKED YOUR LIPS AND SAW A TEAR STREAM DOWN YOUR CHEEK. I SAID ROSIE WHAT, AND YOU PUT YOU LOVELY FINGERS TO MY MOUTH AND SAID, POPPIE, YOU HAD BETTER ENLARGE THE FIELD. I BEGIN TO GRIN LIKE AN IDIOT AND YOU SAID, MY LOVE, POPPIE, I MISSED THE MOON AND YOU NEED TO GROW ENOUGH FOR THE NEW WEE ONE IN THE SPRING. I YELLED AND HOLLARED AND THE MULE STARTLED AND I DANCED YOU AROUND THAT PLOWED FIELD LIKE IT WAS A PARISIAN DANCE FLOOR. DANG, I LOVED OUR KIDS AND ONE MORE, YOU KEPT TELLING ME YOU WOULD NOT HAVE A DOZEN, YOU WERE VERY CAREFUL WITH YOUR BEAUTIFUL SHAPE AND ESPECIALLY YOUR BREASTS, SO PETITE YET ABUNDENT. PERFECT MOTHER BREASTS. I HAVE TO TELL YOU I HAVE WRITEEN THIS STORY SO MANY TIMES IN MY HEAD OUT HERE IN THIS FIELD, THAT I FAIRLY PLOWED LIKE A DRUNK, BUT, MY ROSIE, SHE KEPT ME DRUNK ON HER LOVE AND THE COFFEE SO SWEET LIKE SHE. DEDICATED TO SOMEONE WHO IS WAITING FOR ME SOMEWHERE. COPYRIGHT BY MICHAEL FOBUS