Sunglasses in the club

Hat strangling tight curls

Oil embedded into creases of his palms

Rubber bracelets are now a part of him

Stained from mechanical muck

Muscular arms

bony hips

and those lips

His fingertips kiss my cheeks

The same fingertips that build art

Talent surrounds him

His work uniform is a cocktail of garage smells

His cars wake the neighbourhood

As he leaves in the morning

I love you, I'll tell him

As he tucks me in