For What? (New)

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.

They twinkle.

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?

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