Anna

I
love you
mange tout
Your lips fix
my eyes, my prize
my bliss, to kiss
you

You
are fond of me
probably
and allow me to show you
servitude
and that's cool
perhaps you'll
come to love me

You,
let me be bad
under bedspread and duvet
then say I disgust you
So, can I continue?

I,
presumptuous
get my comeuppance
my incompleteness
penalised
downsized
for a day or two
What would I do
without you?



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