Your Hands a Poem of Love
While you put your hands, that,
Our surface
Crossing a bridge or
The other way around the back way or head on, coming
to it
To discover the rules
Written into the distance
while your hands
The house, filling with smoke, the angles used
To talk straight, on,
At last be able
To name.
Your hands naming the thrust and space around it, that,
I would bring you bringing me
Close upon it, so we will look, go through
Hands and smoke
