Love Song to His Mobile
(with apologies to Henry Constable)
Heigho! How I do love thee.
I do love thee come the hour
Thou’rt charged with new life-giving power.
I feel thy smooth anatomy –
Thy sleek slim angularity.
I stroke thy screen, which will (I know)
Make thee respond and speak and glow
Under my touch – new warmth; a smear
From my lust-sweat. And now I hear
The outside world break in: a call!
You show me straight the name: I fall
Once more in love with she who rings;
Also with thee, who such joy brings.
Hello! How I do love thee.