like a new born bird,
shy, and tender, and hungry with need…
and i wonder at this man,
as he touches my face with his gentle hands –
hands that are strong, and powerful, and masculine.
hands that could bring down another man,
or work the fields all day.
how can he channel such strength
and power and intensity
into such a tender touch?
and i long to nibble on his ear
and whisper to him in my best
kathleen turner voice
that i may need a lifetime to explore
and these hands.