The Wire Between Us

But I have learned to let a quiet hand say more than any reckless heart can stand.
You leave your blue coat hanging by the chair,
I see the evening gathered in your hair.
I pour the coffee slow and dim the light,
I keep my warning gentle through the night.
Every minute is a little wire,
Strung between my mercy and desire.
I can feel it trembling in the room,
But I will give your tenderness some room.
The wire between us, take it slow,