February And Beyond

You never gave me liver...

Damned Heroic Couplets

You never gave me liver, Love, although
you said you'd cook it for me, fast or slow.
You hated it, and yet you'd show your love:-
onions and gravy too, push come to shove.

I never took you up on that, it's true;
and never had you bear my Baby-boo;
and never did we sail that  boat in glee,
to cruise the islands of the Baltic sea.

We lost the language of love. It left home
with our domestic niceties, us gone:-
our icons of your vulva and my glans
second faces embraced by our four hands.

Retaken my stockade, through drear months long;
live alone without your mammary song.

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