a spy dances on pointed toe
keeping thought balloons from popping to soon
HisHer beret
captures and disguises
every sly glance
given or given away
Discreet impressions tikky typed in memory
waiting for a sexier scene
kissing for quiet
and laughing for fear
till here comes the secret in
cloak and mist
to the tune of a lonely whistle
Grabbed and bagged
ziplock for the 24 mile swim
we wait with cigarettes
for HisHer silent din
Wounded? Bleeding? Last breaths?
It gives me such a thrill
but let me sleep
If there is a funeral tell me tomorrow.
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