Do You Mind?     

worry slips on calf-skin gloves
over chafed hands
rubs them together warms them up

sidles up beside you
in the check-out line at Safeway
catalogs your groceries when you look down

helps with the bags
settles into the passenger side
rolls down the window

shouts at hobos on the corner

fingers your cell phone
scrambles names and numbers
pushes your hair back behind your ear

silently lifts your house key
out of your pocket turns the knob
gallantly opens the door for you

says how about a glass of red
says how beautiful this hour is between us
says do you mind

if I take off my gloves