I've been using the shaking hands thing
in my poems a lot lately,
and I know it may sound cliche,
but for a surgeon to be
it's kind of a big deal.
I'm used to keep everything under control,
to be steady as a rock,
around chaos and blood and pain,
everything collapsing but my hands are always still.
Then you came, and suddenly my entire career is at risk when you say hi.