When love comes round like this
How can I be sifting sheets and
Rooting through papers?
Your hair should pass through my fingers,
Your word should alight at my ear.

When love comes around like this
How can I be likened to
The three sqr meals crowd?
Your aroma should be my ley line,
Your open palm - my Chariot, Fool, and Hanged Man.

When love comes down like this
How can I be a keeper of numerals,
A master of charts and of figures?
Your breath should tingle my skin
The curve of your throat should keep me breathing.