SPRING PLOWING

I want to be
The fallow earth
That welcomes
The thrust of iron
And opens itself
Languorous furrows
Of desire

I want to make you
Welcome rain
Summon thundering
Tearing clouds to spill
Raise eager palms
To cup and drink
Lick trickling drops
My treasure

I want to be fertile
Deep burrowing seed
Unfolding loamy loins
Convulsing to give birth
To moist pleasure.