vday for you

... but not for me.

although, let's admit it already, i'm a v-day fan, if only in irony.
or in cheesiness.
or whatever.

but! presenting the v-day poem of the year:

Prandial Plaint
by Vikram Seth

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 coffee in that way.

bonus V-Day poem:

by Vikram Seth

I have to speak - I must - I should - I ought ...
I'd tell you how I love you if I thought
The world would end tomorrow afternoon.
But short of that... well, it might be too soon.


i shall take your leave.

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