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
O'Driscoll's Take on the World 