Beef Potroast

I want to gently fall apart In that soft and delicate fashion That slowly-cooked, Tender meat does At the slightest touch

I long for warmth. Maybe I don't want To fall apart at a touch. But perhaps I shall, The fat melting And muscle softening Soft and supple. A fine delicacy For your heart.

Perhaps, We'd be a Two-course meal Both of us delicate Tender, in each other's arms Simmering in the beauty Of intimacy