The campfire

I turn on the radio for company with the dishes
It plays a sleepy song in French
I don’t understand much but I understand he loves her
And that’s all I need to know
You cook for me on an open fire
Rivulets of sweat on your tawny neck
You work effortlessly long years of experience behind you
You make sure it is delicious and that I get enough
And that’s all I need to know