Sprinter in a Field

Call your name 'cross the field
You have a sprinter in your blood
I am jealous of your wide nose
And long legs

Summer bronzed your back
Turned a wild eye to your scorn
Called you reckless as you laugh
Through golden teeth

She longs for the sun to lie her down
Feel the short grass on her back
Hoist her knees and take her loving
Burn the wanting from her breast

Call your name 'cross the field
You have a fever on your brow
Let your belly swell
And shape you as the moon

Call me to gaze
To curse your skin and call you old
Saw your round ass wav
And named you as you were

She longs for the sun to lie her down
Feel the short grass on her back
Hoist her knees and take her loving
Burn the wanting from her breast