instruction book

touch my face

randomly

hold my hair

tenderly

in odd moments,

drape your arm

around my hips

lean on my shoulder

from behind

unexpectedly

do all

without provocation

or denigration

without wanting

everything

or needing me to do

anything

but look and

feel you

revel and 

lean against you

need and be needed

from afar

even the stars 

would be jealous

of what we are

if you follow things

to the letter

(do)