Crossed Lines

Do you think of drawing lines
To see where they go,
Not architects lines?
He is a sorta designer
But that is not what I meant.
There should be curves and
Even squiggles
If you’re brave enough to let go.

You meet on a quaint street
Isolate him by the post box
Interrupt his posting
With neither scarf nor fashion
Some ally cat begging, factually
Steers those big brown eyes
(I can’t imply boyish
Almost a sin to suggest it of the letter
Writing type)
It could have just been a bill for rates
But in your heart
You know it wasn’t.