Venus flytraps and anthills
go hand in hand.
If I start to devour you in my wants,
change your cooking show channel
to stand-up comedy,
talk more than I listen,
play my choice of music
in our shared sacred space,
will you just grow ever quieter
till it dawns on me
that I am being overzealous,
overly ravenous?
I take a step back and ask
what you’d like to play, watch, hear.
But you always gently say,
anything’s fine, my dear.
So I work hard to come up with
some of your favourite things:

Patsy Cline, a good film,
zesty fish for dinner
with chilled white wine.
No matter what, you seem happy
here, there, and everywhere;
comfortable in your own skin
and in the surrounding air.

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