Atlas Revealed
Italy says she needed my arms around her,
from bed to kitchen, she persuades me with
her oven-warm hands.
France leaned from a door in the Montmartre,
she wolf whistles,
she likes my Ringo Mexican mustache,
I tell her I am John, and she frowns.
Germany become a friend of my enemy,
we had to do it at least once a day -
in public.
At night we whispered head-to-head
discussing her feelings.
China made me Jasmine tea,
she sat by my side as I wept.
"There, there," She said,
I could tell the Great Wall
was listening,
and later that night
it crumbled away.
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