Compass

I find you in the library
scribbling on rough paper
your sad map of the world

I snatch your pen
draw a heart on your shirt

you recoil
a loaded biro spring
about to shoot me down
with question marks

I full stop you
then hold you

because from Madrid
to a mainlined vein
and Oslo to
a failed oblivion
you will soon discover
that you cannot escape love

navigate that!