a rare sight

I used to think
when I was getting dressed
to go out for the night, as I
put on my underwear, about how
it didn’t matter if
they were cute, because no one
would see them.

lately
that has changed. that’s why
when you complimented
my underwear
the other night,
I was taken
aback. I forgot
that now someone
might get
to see them.
I’d better step up
my underwear game.

appetite

I’ve never seen anyone
clean a plate like you.
you are the King
of the Clean Plate Club.
it’s utterly adorable, how you
pick up every speck
with your fingertips and lick them.

and yet
when I order food and then
go outside to smoke
and get caught
in a fascinating conversation
for fifteen minutes or an hour,
and you’re left sitting
in front of a plate of food
that’s not yours,
you don’t touch it.
you message me
to tell me my food is there
and sometimes I get it
and come back in.

we’re so lucky that our tastes
in food are the exact opposite.
I haven’t really tested your patience yet.