I want you beside me

Til my dying day.

You are God in human form;

Like a Jesus of my own

I’ll gladly take your body daily

 —more than bread alone.

Unless your body is called bread,

Then I wonder if you replenish quickly

Loaf,

After loaf,

After loaf.

Loaf, again.

Don’t stop.

Please don’t stop.

I’ll whine not to stop—

Soon we’ll climax with a toast.

Our union is divine;

Our passion persists outside of time.

A holy matrimony,

composed of bread and whine.