secret agent
caitlin shaw
 
I.
 
I stand
at your window wait
for approval to climb
from my reality
to yours
              as you
              wait
              for yours to
 
             slip.
 
II.
 
We live in
              rhyme
              you and I
                            write fireflies
                            in the gaps slip
 
unseen behind and
in between reality           we
 
are spies watch
where we won't see
ourselves.