Halting breath, walk on instead

Or: Secret agents mumble codes

I love a girl who has four legs
two of which I share
& I invent her madness on this bed
as golden dust falls from the air.
I’ll prove to her I’ll take her there
unmoved though by her stare
like so much gossip as our hands
meet for money, not for care.
In fact, I hotwire her heart
as my key, unable, fails to start
the engine of her better part
since he too shies from glares
imparted by those who share
what drives them all and keeps them tall,
there hands together in a garden
I must slink into.

–revise “I must slink into.” to “I must infiltrate.”


~ by Jeremy on December 20, 2010.

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