Let's pretend to be proper;
you fly here,
or I fly there,
we rent a car,
order a lavish dinner.
We buy some wine,
find a quiet B & B,
and check in as Mr. & Mrs. Smith?

This is a quick note
informing you that I
have enrolled
in "your geography 101."
I look forward to exploring
you from sea to shining sea,
your fruited plains,
your mountain tops,
your golden fields of sunlit grain,
your divided highways, causeways,
and often spread a luscious lunch upon the apron of your back roads.
For extra credit
I plan a thesis on your deltas,
spelunk your caves for glistening jewels,
swim your lachrimal lakes,
and pray that you keep me after school.

You're wearing a long black skirt
with a split side vent
from which flows a shapely leg.
Let me compare thee,
take your pick,
the Nile, the Seine, the venerable Ganges!

There will be a time to pack up these poems,
and like two bums with bindle sticks,
walk silent into a flick house sunset,
the theater audience will crane to know
will they be one or two and fro?

when you close your eyes,
and draw in your next breath,
know that I to breathe,
and that we do so in unison...

were we to meet,
nose to nose,
fingers handily laced,
thigh to thigh,
knee to knee,
toe to toe,
lips to lips,
what passed between,
a sigh,
i hope,
that would cancel any speech.

Thy lovely carapace,
though untouched by me,
fills my scriptorium
with  passion tales imagined,
and many yet to tell.