Analysis of Sleeping in lavender fields.

I slept on her lap
And breathed in her scent
The scent of lavender candles
eased my descent
But she didn't know then quite what it meant
Nor I until this living moment hurt and bent
She played with my ears until they hurt and lent
Like a cheeky child's innocent torment
Until I awakened now facing this mornings lament.
And God be willing my birth can be forgiven, for penance of life to be spent.