Hearts, other organs and open doors

Licking each others wounds when they’re fresh out of tiles on the bathroom floor,

United by tongues, thumbs up, and eyes,

Malfunctioning mouths on would-be spies,

Sharing intelligence, intercepting messages marked private

And living out their lives on accounts open to the public.

Espionage without friends is like a day without weather,

Quality humans have to stick together.

The price of authenticity

is sometimes you have to like people covertly.

And if a single agent is good, imagine how much better

a double one would be,

watching each others’ stories in the land where one plus one

equals three.

Or is it four?

I have so many views I can’t count them anymore.

We never began so this totally has to end.

Nothing happened and it went too far,

And till at least the weekend I can’t contact you again.

It didn’t start but now it’s over so

have a nice life,

and let’s talk tomorrow sometime after midnight.

 

I won’t share you(r post).

Guess what? You already did.

Can I get an emoji and an amen.