Sunday, November 13, 2005

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.

Vikram Seth

2 comments:

L>T said...

A poem with a bit of humor at the end.

Frida said...

I love everything about you.....Except that you are such a slob when you drink coffee! OMG, is he one of my EX's?

All my shirts have a spot where coffee has jumped from the cup and met squarely between my breasts.