Break a piece of bread

Break a piece of bread and say,
My love, this world is a play
Between the hunter and the prey.

Pray, my darling, like you’re smoke
Rising soft from a cigarette, poised
Elegantly in an ashtray.

Tray is my heart for you to rest,
My hands—a bed, so lay,
Next to me, and flicker your eyes—a hey.

Ay and ney; we are a pair of opposites,
Blessed by Frey, bound by fate.