he doesn’t let me just rub my hands over him often.
touching we do a lot of, caressing just to feel him –
that is pretty rare.
but when i cut his hair…
he lets me lean into him.
he lets me rub my hands over his head.
along his face. across his chest.
the smell of him clings to my shirt and my hands.
the warmth of his back seeps into my chest.
he teases me, he loves to when I start the little touches,
but i don’t mind, it’s part of the ritual.
it is such a little thing, an any day moment between us.
for a time we aren’t mom and dad,
we’re just husband and wife.