Weathered and calloused,
Fingers weave your hair
Only for an excuse
To steal a moment touching you

Rough and manly
Stirring honey into your tea
You watch in underwear
Speaking through just a stare

Tense and shaking
Hands grab your shoulders
Pull you in for a kiss
To satisfy that one wish

Cold and clammy
I hold your hand
Only to keep you still
So I know this is real

Slow and steady
My hands play this tune
As an inadequate thank-you
For all that you do