You Laugh and Ask What Else?

My eyes will always find you across the room,
that’s what they do. The same way my arms open to welcome you.
Between us a haven and a joy unfiltered. How different as we are the same.
I bloom under your spell, sworn to the magick of whatever you buried in my backyard. That juju needs no name. Its powers evident in the way my body knows to hold a curve you can fit into. How my lips search for your kiss. How I lean into a love I never needed to earn.

And now you are gardening.
Have you not buried enough things in my backyard?
Have I not nestled where you set me?
Been the perfect picture of a flower in bloom?
A host for your bidding and unbidding?
Picture-pretty pruned perfection? I ask.

You laugh and ask, what else?