Quietly in front of me you set the eggs.
My kiss on your cheek is just as quiet.
Quietly and surely you bring my coffee.
I see two quiet stars—your eyes.
I see a soft cloud of dark hair,
And suddenly you go to the kitchen!
How can I now, half distracted, eat?
Ah, you return, to sit in front of me,
Watching, greedy, for my enjoyment.
Now I can eat. But am I hungry?