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 Filling the house.