Some Days

Some days, I'm too tired for playful.
I want quiet reflection and attention
instead. Put your hand on my knee
as you sometimes do just to let me
know you're there, as I am.

Gentle touches of understanding
suit me fine. Don't grapple for my
affections, I might run away.
Keep it simple and low key. You
know I care; I've only had enough.

Caress my cheek and scratch my spine.
You'll have me wanting more on these
days without any outright display.
I'm not in the mood for fun and games;
I'm home with you, let that suffice.