The Mechanic Sleeps
His lady watches him as he rests.
Her eyes travel up and down his tired body,
Pondering every detail of his stature.
His soft belly is only offset
By his taught arms and shoulders.
She lightly traces his skin
With the gentle touch of her finger
Over every swollen joint,
Over every scarred knuckle.
Her fingers lightly flick through his hair.
She can remember a time when
The color of his youth was strong and vibrant.
Holding his huge hand in hers
She can feel the strength brought on by years of toil
And the weakness caused by the same.
His battered skin shows the reminders of
Every job, every slip and every misjudgment.
She lies next to him, holding him gently but firmly.
Her feet intertwine with his,
Her knees rub against his,
And she can feel the heat as it rises
From each one of his joints.
He stirs in his slumber
Pulling her closer to him.
Her warmth is a welcomed comfort
To his tired, aching body,
And together they will prepare him
For yet another day.
(C)2002/2013 By Del Banks
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