Tuesday, December 8, 2009

June 6, 2009


Last night on the couch
as bergman and Grant
fell irresponsibly into love,

I thought about how
cold you and I are to
one another and how

this black and white romance
will stay stale and lackluster
until you are called

to espionage, and I,
your ranking official,
am thrown into harm’s way.

I think it is then
you will turn your soft
profile to me.

It is then, that I
will hold your head like
a globe and press

you into me. Oh, where
are those meddlesome Germans
when you need them.

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