Love is not the pig, I am

by Christos Polydorou

Love is not the pig
I am

So roast me
Over open fires

Drop me from blue skies
Onto cathedral spires

So I can embed love’s lesson
That it is all simply frisson in

deed, therefore I am standing out here
Freezing whip

ped by Arctic blasts
Bec

ause you dart
about like a starling

My darling
Because you glide

and your velocity
is so exquisite

it is almost mechanical
Not quite just

of an
animal

But
that

of a strict
machine

however which can be
short-circuited

with an
overflow.

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