This poem is from Mating in Captivity by Esther Perel, it is a wonderful reminder that we are all wild things and perhaps the best way to embrace fertility is not with timers and thermometers – but by getting back to the wilderness and breaking out of the cage.
WILD THINGS IN CAPTIVITY
Wild things in captivity while they keep their own purity won’t breed, they mope, they die.
All men are in captivity active with captive activity and the best won’t breed, though they don’t know why.
The great cage of our domesticity kills sex in a man, the simplicity of desire is distorted and twisted awry.
And so, with bitter perversity, gritting against the great adversity, the young ones copulate, hate it, and want to cry.
Sex is a state of grace. In a cage it can’t take place. Break the cage then, start in and try.
D. H. Lawrence