TWO WHITE DOVES

   by Dick Bakken

Such true darlings. We love
stretching naked and amorous before them

in our home new together.

How they adore us. O and each other forever.
Now watch me scrawl while they love

one floating hand. And when I go
to inflame our first guest,
sigh it all to these two loves stunned

at your voice, your white hands
fluttering the page.

Yes . . . then all you darlings—look up!

when I breeze in
rosy as rosy with Elizabeth.

For if you and I slide from her embrace to
splash Madeira, and she in disarray

kneels to these trueloves
smooching and crooning, ohh
they'll cry back

all the woos her lips can make.