But he stoops, now
in the dark
upon us;
he is treading our women
and we men are put out
as the vast white bird
furrows out feathersless women
with unknown shocks
and stamps his black marsh-feet on their white and
marshy flesh.

Come not with kisses
not with caresses
of hands and lips and murmurings;
come with a hiss of wings
and sea-touch tip of beak
and trembling of wet, webbed, wave-working feet
into the marsh-soft belly.

- D.H. Lawrence