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.