And oh, the difference to me!


A cold grape upon my nipple
is ecstasy indeed,
compared with a warmed-up packeted one!
There really is no need

to compare or contrast the two,
they’re really very different.
The difference depends, you see,
on the degree of their infridgement.

The coldness of our grape, you’ll find,
depends on the cooling effect
of your refrigerating smile
that I can always detect

in the frigid way you look at me,
when I suggest going to bed.
Why do we even bother?
Let’s eat hot grapes instead!