‘Interpretation’ and ‘​Prandial Plaint’

Interpretation

 

Somewhere within your loving look I sense,

Without the least intention to deceive,

Without suspicion, without evidence,

Somewhere within your heart the heart to leave.

 

​Prandial Plaint

 

My love, I love your breasts, I love your nose.

I love your accent and I love your toes.

I am your slave. One word, and I obey.

But please don’t slurp your morning brew that way.

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