Prandial Plaint Poem by Vikram Seth
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.
My favourite favourite ever. Everytime I look at it, I fall in love with it again.
A very amusing comment on what so many mean when they say love. What a world it would be if when lovers said 'I love you, ' they didn't mean 'I own you.' Good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/13/2024 10:18:31 PM # 1.0.0
physical love /////// nice