Although I very much br appreciate it br you in a welder’s mask br but precious little else br br your nakedness br totally unafraid br of flame or spark br as you solder bits of scavenged metal br to create impossibly beautiful metal men br br sentinels to guard br our bedroom br as if we were br the tomb of Tutankhamen. br br You take br the mask off br and your hair unfurls like a red banner br laugh br and tell me to: “F**k off! ” br br You love br the implements of your art br the sheer physicality of it br whether it be br br welder’s torch or chisel or chainsaw. br Chainsaw? br You rev it up! br (in the buff) br - totally unguarded - br tell me br to shut up br stand still br br as you shape br (oh the roar of the naked blade) br some poor tree br into a fantastically futuristic br portrait of me br in wood. br I catch br my breath br and have to admit: br “It’s good...