He chooses his words with a careful hand br br He shifts them slowly from palm to palm br br He weighs them, smells them br br Gently brushes the dust off them br br br He looks at them with a discerning eye br br Arranges them from left to right br br He listens to them, whispers to them br br Through the evening he will make love to them br br br Come morning with a grateful heart br br He'll tell them they must soon depart br br And with a gentle shove and smile br br He'll watch them as they wave goodbye br br And then he starts to cry br br br © 2009 Sonya Florentinobr br Sonya Florentinobr br