Be Sweet to Me

"Be sweet to me," you said.What did you mean?Had it been so long since I made you feel seen?But your plea was so real,eyes lowered and coy,that I couldn't but meet your gaze unannoyed.I let down my facejaw slackened, lips looseReleasing the furrow for attention to you"What shall we do?" I said.You just waited and preened.So I took you along wherever I planned to be.First, to the office.I typed while you read."Am I boring?" I asked, but you shook your head.To the pool, we went nextShot full of sunscreenI flapped on with Katie, while you bathed like a queen.When the weekend was throughAnd I was near spentYou said, "One more thing?" and I knew what you meant.We got in the carDials glowing and muteAnd drove to your house, in stillness to suit.Shoulders touching we satMouthed words and a mealI would not have gone if this weren't the deal."Be sweet to me," God said.So I wrote this poor poem.So even our God sees s/he's not alone.

But why should I not let my face becomelit before thisearthwhen someone I cherishis near?

- St. Catherine of Siena