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.