Men & Love

Our inner world is engineered to prefer

Spanners to manners

Crackers to Christmas

Coals to Newcastle,

We like arrangement

Not arrangements

For love, there is no diagram,

Sometimes, while walking

A hand touches your face

A warmer hand than yours,

Without apparent mechanism

It comes measurelessly close

Later, we will try calculation on this moment

But beyond the geometry of the day

The slope and bearing of the climb

The tangent of wind from the south,

Is a space for feeling

Without instruction