Searching in a second-hand shop
among the bric-a-brac
I found you
in a white Mac.
I in a white Mac too
as if we were both
spies
& had arranged to meet
here
to hand over
secret dossiers
or such like.
I kissed
the top of your head
as I always do
‘cos that’s how far you
come up to!
“The secret word
is Love! ”
I whisper
into your hair.
“Love! ”
you echo
as if it actually were
a prearranged
signal
although only chance
had brought us here
us two
secret
agents
in the espionage
of Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Here is the intrigue - funny spinned around the two Macs of the secret agents in the espionage of love ;) - this is very cute!