The Bureau

why do I love you when all haste say's that I shouldn't first there was rome the way the sun danced behind me over venice canals then there was Kabul the hints of the infamous mauve sky catering to my thighs I could even see how downtown munich bathed beneath me an yet all I could envision is that day that way we danced at Langley how could our entire surroundings become so bleakly crafted above ancient tongues desire of youthful follies why do I love you let me count the ways when everything is said I guess I loved you more when I thought you were dead somewhere over Arlington road meaningful gestures created with karma and military orders us sailing out to sea a quiet vessel wearing my name on the backside of forever