For Her

I tease your hair with my fingers,
Sliding them down the satin like strands,
Prying apart the knots and the tangles,
Delicately toying with the loose ends.

I glide my hands down your cheeks,
Towards the smile refusing to shine,
Catching the flare of your flowery eyes,
In the spark my touch creates.

Our fingers nimbly intertwine,
As they dance a tango by our sides,
To the rhythm playing in our hearts,
On a journey with no end in sight.

You hide inside my cotton armour,
Cocooned in layers of cloth and skin,
And close your eyes to the settled sound,
Of the drum that beats to your every whim.