On Erin’s Cloud .. .
on Erin’s cloud I laid aside
the lusts of war and betrayal
where sensations lie with kings or
Aphrodite’s caressed expulsions
her nightly flight to honour love
his restless ardour and desire
the itch that nether could be scratched
’till her sweet Montague did lift the latch
in all the world there is still faint mystery
a seed is sown, a Fabergé egg
an age of consent for apes who mate
whilst some choose alone to sonder
creation’s verse will allow for this
by virtue of the sacred life
abstention be the mother of none
husbandman propagate thy wife
at this some will harbour resentment
choose umber over olive for the healing
the juniper, the mango and the pear
yet the orange blusheth crimson
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edenbray ☢︎ - a BEAT POET 