Trapezium and walnut curls
to top off cassette-culture flannel
check, long sleeves, hooded head,
cloaking crescent smile. I get a
woolly feeling just from your gaze
You seem like you’d hold men like
a bitch holds her pups. Is it
love in your eyes for all of this
Tell them how you do it. The
world should know.
Going back to the early words I wrote to you, and it’s ever so clear why I fell in love.
(Clear also that love does not a poet make, but hey. If poetry be the fruit of love …)