Love Letter 269 This is a Yoga

how do I write these?

well

I think of you

and how you come

with bread and water

to my cave

everyday

whether I show my face

or not

you don't disappear

even if

I do

You come around

when I can't stand anyone

including myself

and

you sit out there

like a cool wind

which doesn't blow to disturb me

I think of

how

all my prayers

are like back talk

yet

you are listening

as if

I have cooked

for you

and even though

I have poisoned the food

you still say

"it tastes good"

I Love You,

Your Beloved