I wish ...

I wish I had 400 nostrils
If I had a bad cold
I could still smell baked bread
From the local oven

I wish I had 400 ears
So that the sea breeze
Could whoosh through them
From one ear
To the next

I wish I had 400 pairs of hands
One pair to wash my bums
Everyday
A fresh pair of hands

My lover
Who hears me,
Sighs
She seeks 400 days of silence