Please don’t open your bags.
Please don’t tell me your name.
Don’t put flowers on my window sill
Or give me champagne
For my birthday.
Let’s not swap presents at Christmas,
Or sit by an open flame.
Though I see your charcoal eyes burning,
Let but gently ripple the waves.
I wish you’d turn your head now.
And walk far away.
I want no more karma;
Let fate another claim.