When She Comes Home Poem by James McLain

and being tired, when she comes home,
gently lean into the area that’s alright
i know your tired and gently squeeze.
and place only that amount of pressure on it
that she needs for you too see.
and hold it for a few seconds until i weep,
then wait until she tells you too, some release.
and gently lean in to it and squeeze again.
you can also do this in little increments;
working up and down with her/her entire life,
holding each spot for a couple of seconds.
and working calmly on the rest,
and when if ever in this life,
and are you truly ever finished with it.
for no one owns each new day
and or the fullness of each night,
but when the sun is high and warm, both can dance to it..