Monday, 13 January 2014


My Newfoundland
(Elegy number 20. On his Mistress going to Bed. John Donne)

My darling,

my galleon courses the warm seas

of your dearest plasma in warm and tender climes.

Wearing the intelligence of you,

I sound your membranes as you grasp me.

I have carnal knowledge of you:

the human privilege.

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