on purging the urge to merge

On Purging the Urge to Merge

I am in heat! I feel
a kindred with the ewe
and doe, where estrus
gets the best of us,
with urgent clamored cue,
a hammered glockenspiel

propounds relentlessly
seduction's symphonies
three days and disappears.
Recurring endlessly,
the hunger we appease
and when its fancy clears

this hormone borne disease
remission finds. Different
than cloven-footed friends,
I am constrained to please,
with chastity's consent,
these reproductive yens.

Beyond the fittest male,
is it that self restraint
a higher purpose fills,
that Union yet instills,
to passion's curt complaint,
its lifetime holy grail?

--Don Juan de Feu