Consoled by you, and thinking of our time,
Although each man becomes an instrument
To other men, and all of us, the same,
Are all inhuman, under punishment,
I don’t resent.
I used to think this house was like a cage
And everyone the same, each in his room
Close, in this overpopulated age;
It hasn’t been a problem since you came
And made a home.
Though all the globe is being colonised
And I am suffocating like the Earth
And all the things I hate are being praised,
When you are with me Earth and me can breathe,
And tell the truth.
Flesh of my flesh, let them doubt Adam and Eve
We laugh and smile when I give you my bone
And naked breasted like those two we live
In moderate paradise, neither alone,
Conjoined in one.
When going home at nights I’m looking forward;
We’ll hold each other close for hours and hours
And talk of trivial stuff and not get bored
Despite the rabble and their social pressures
And worldly powers.
Some days it happens that you’ve had enough,
At times, if at the edge of being mad
I haven’t done what you expect of love,
It doesn’t last for long and we concede,
And kiss in bed.
What’s right for me is: you prepare our tea,
Do women’s things for us around the house,
Things women don’t do in this century,
Like, listen to me tell you I’m the boss;
But we are wise.
I love you for your gentle pliancy
And yet insist that I love God much more
And Him in you is what desires in me.
It’s what sustains us in this vast nightmare
The love we are.
When leaving to go overseas this time
You asked me what I’d get up to at night
As if you saw another in our home;
But you know, I will write or meditate,
And, for you, wait.
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