I am over at the Spiced Tea Party today talking about D.H Lawrence, Mrs Perel, and Beats Antique. Stop by and say Hi!
Hugs,
Lacy.

Wild Things in Captivity

Wild things in captivity

while they keep their own wild purity

won’t breed, they mope, they die.

All men are in captivity,

active with captive activity,

and the best won’t breed, though they don’t know why.

The great cage of our domesticity

kills sex in a man, the simplicity

of desire is distorted and twisted awry.

And so, with bitter perversity,

gritting against the great adversity,

they young ones copulate, hate it, and want to cry.

Sex is a state of grace.

In a cage it can’t take place.

Break the cage then, start in and try.