private bestiary

my pretty one   like a fish in your pond
I’m now your pet  your plaything
you give me your incomparable love
your uncommon beauty    for me they are
air   water   food   warmth   everything I need
– let’s fetch one more bestial metaphor –
mourning doves are we  female and male
you are my hen   your cock am I
being birds  let’s fly away
from this earth to the highest heaven
listen now:  the sounds of delight
breaking the chains of sorrow
listen:  hearts are melding
in the workshop of love

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

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