I glared into the camera
and you smiled

I drive with the lightning
and you ride with the thunder

I eat pie with two hands
and you hand me your last piece

When I showed you the speckled hens
you fed them rainwater

My insecurity takes offense at every doubt
while yours apologizes for them

I am subject to
your royal charms

My story Bogarts the South Seas
your story Bacalls secret agent fatales

I hawk the sunburned hills
and you bat the moontanned caves

I hate the living
and you love the dead