Love in a Field

Love in a Field

There are those who shout at the top

of their voice in a field

Do not leave me here

Others copulate without eating

I have driven my fast car to a field

But never had any luck

It is on my bucket list

I have insightful memories

All incomplete without her

Maybe we can make a field of

our own in bed

She tempting and delicious

I, prattling on about motor mechanics

I wonder if my children will love this way

Holding on to the fort

How beautiful her hair looks

in the wind

It is a ritual prescribed for love

To hitch it up in a field