To my trusty darling mmm… I love you gorgeous You are wider than you are tall Your single arm, bends and all You have no hips You have no shoulders A lovely heavy bodied boulder Bitterness spills over at your wide, black-lipped mouth I see through it, in and out Your brick red ravenously freckled skin patched with white Glistens in the sunlight. Your teeth are missing and so is your hair Your legs, your eyes… they’re just not there You smell at the end of a day’s work I don’t clean you, for I’m a jerk You’re perfect I couldn’t love you more No Romeo, no Ranjha felt such amor You make me warm, when I’m cold You wake me up when my eyes are sore You do not yap, you do not bore You do your job and say no more. I like my laptop, but I’ll replace it Like I’ll replace the furniture and rug But never you… My beloved Coffee mug.
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