A New Metaphor for Sex

I will chop down your weeds
and dig out your rocks and
stumps. I will replant your
fields and be your scarecrow.
I will drive your red tractor
as the manufacturer warns
it should “NEVER” be driven.
I will fill your hayloft but tip
over your cows. I will spread
ash on your kitchen garden.
I will plunder your pantry and
taste your preserves. We will
swim in God’s own swim hole.