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

Jouet d’amour

Would I were a toy for your amusement,
your dearest plaything.
Or my affections, a game for you to play,
a riddle for you to solve.
The solution would please you greatly.
Would I were a maze
in which you’d lose, then find, your way.
Or a puzzle, whose pieces all fall into place.
The completion at first would startle you;
next, fill you with delight; then whet desire
for further gaming, dear entanglement…
Oh, to be a toy for your amusement!

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll 2011