You seem to be doing delightfully

You seem to be doing delightfully,
toasted to a nutty brown
chewing responsibility as you wash my plants
briskly rearrange the pots and pans;

the ones I never use.

It's funny how I fell,
tasted bright eyed fire
your dash of bachelor veneer;

now I'm serving Coq au Vin
with the table laid for three
as I watch you deftly pat and preen;

this woman I'll never be.