Leave me to come back close

My man, dividing fields between drinks and sleep.

Do you know your lines and which ropes to give way?

All those naked ponies trotting close behind.

Do you see me hillside with my still bell ringing.

After you've been leveled by ache, come to me down the branched twist.

Push me free and loose, until all the red turns to white.

Close your mouth around my pulled breath.