Remembering Your Bare Legs Poem by Lee Rodriguez

Remembering your bare legs
under those faded blue jeans
You're making room for me to work
Showing me buttons to press
with your police size hands
over levers and equalizers
I'm two steps behind you
listening and observing

I think two steps back
observing your pepper
sprinkled hair resting on a pillow
a symbol of courage tattooed on your back
I hear a tiger's purr as you stir next to me
and turn over exposing the forest on
your chest through the top edge of the sheets
Looking at me with the eyes that lured me.