Breaking letterboxes along the street
With your smile melting snow
Footprints heavy with deceit
And I knew you would come
The good agent am I
Knowing my defector well
Her every mole and birthmark
Her sweet meaty smell
His bed defined the border
Where I fingered you
Exchanging your sweet juices for my own
Later while rain fell and crows cawed
You pledged to swap sides
Now I wrap you in my coat
Usher you inside like a prize
Cold war daughter of my lust
He will soon realize what is lost
And see it as another’s gain
This is beyond politics
He is a rational man
And this is sexual détente
© shaun patrick green
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