She glided

like a sleek cadillac

down the Unter den Linden

her smile as wide

as the Brandenburg Gate

and came onto me

engine purring

like a lady of the night

parked up

under an old gas light

waiting for business

We met lips with passion

then she said

“Look over there”

I glanced quietly

taking in her eyes

all the way

“The old Bismarck Chancellery

used to be there”

To show appreciation

I softly kissed her again

“Don’t say”

I said

coming up for air

and imagined a labyrinth

of endless cold corridors

history echoing

through its cold heart

A guy strolled past

with a face

that was as brown

as an 18th century

mahogany bureau

cracking his finger joints

in a lackadaisical manner

before turning the corner

and disappearing

down a drain-

or so it seemed

I blinked as

my lady tongued me

so I…