Compensation

I have been known to overcompensate:
Become too detailed when accused of glossing,
Give no directions, being told I'm bossing,
Throw up my hands when called too obdurate,
Seal up my lips because they say I prate,
Drink mouthwash since I failed at flossing,
Serve dry-baked food when I was oversaucing,
Or otherwise overameliorate
My failures and my failings. But not here.
My love draws on a deep field of desire;
Does not consume it, though a burning fire;
And though once banked, it burns both bright and clear.
It is not past unspokenness to blame
For blowing present ardor to such flame.