bed.
‘and breakfast, please,’
she teases,
laid out naked
feline, lazy.

he laughs,
and leaves her
makes tea and toast,
happily obedient.
he takes this teasing
with a smile,
but in earnest:
has learnt she won’t do
double hungry
and first thirst quenched
she’s heart through stomach.

bed, then,
and breakfast.
he waits, knowing
once unfamished
it’s second helpings
for different taste buds.