After Dinner, I Look Up At the Stars Longing For

Did my face please you, Brie
and leave a strong impression?

Were my features not grand in scale,
and did you not find warmth in my expression?

Was I too cold and sullen?
Was my Cain’s curse exposed?

Were you taken aback from my tiny ears
and my nipple lobes?

Did you think of me
 as I so fondly thought of you?

And if so, then why did you not tear my lips
and with yours, suckle me dry of blue?

I love you Brie, I know I do;
In fact I’m almost sure.

I hope your teeth never dull,
And your memory remains blanketed in furs.