Take me in the great outdoors

Take me take me in the open countryside
The fields of hay the corn stalks high
And garments strewn, a palliasse
On which to ride
Just to stroke my fieldmouse sweet
The corn head sways and so erect
Let harvest commence with the thrashing drum
Its conquest ripe the summer come

Take me in the wooded glade
The butterfly kiss
And sip the nectar'd berry ripe
The stag to rut and bellow in the dim twilight
In that scene soft nakedness am I
The giving fruit dropped to the ground
Seed and pip to lie in dormant state
The giving that's so down to earth


Take me in the heather moor
For I am pollen
And fertility the honey that I store
The gasp so long that endeavour
See the dale mount the tore
Not barren but alive in that concourse

In the dunes on the beach
Let your tidemark come and recede
Rake me like the wind and tide
Quiet lake or salty spray
Sand and pebble ever laid afresh
The footprints where you screwed
to my fetish

Indent each season in its stride
No doors to lock what I desire