I'm talking to Bobs
But I watch you
Adjusting your hair
We see each other so rarely
In the spaces we've learned to share
But we don't forget the love
When the shine turns to grey
There's embers in the ashes
There's a fire waiting to flame
These hands were made for you
This love burns anew
And I'm always here when you come
I'm a tree for your sun
Watch my hand encircle your ankle
Where it meets the hem of your dress
Feel me blow across the black
Of the choker round your neck
Read my eyes, read my hips
Read the corners of my lips
You see I've been drinking
But I'm only taking
The smallest of sips
These hands were made for you
This love burns anew
And I'm always here
When you come
I'm a tree for your sun