Chasing Cars

 I woke up singing CHASING CARS.  I knew you were vampiric and your number two was on the couch in the other room.  George in corner keeping vampiric watch.  We met at COACHES, the lawyer bar.  You introduced yourself as Nickolai.  We were Russian intelligence and Russian Vampiric that night.  You and I were safe in our sexuality and the intercourse was not imagery, it was actual, factual, and very romantic.  You held me all night long.  The next morning I saw that all of your shirts were all white button downs and perfectly spaced in your closet.  Tom, it was real, and I have kept it to myself because I now give you ELI LILLY.  You are the only Organic Chemist besides me.  I am silicon based and you are carbon based.  Our crypt will be romantic, warm, classic, and very private.  Good luck this weekend.  We will never have children.  I will never have progeny.  I will have a supreme gift of prophecy and so many beautiful creations.  I decompress, debrief, and decompose well.  The black roses are for you and the lavander CERAVE as well.  Love, Your Loving Wife HOPE  FBI on KGB projectto protect you here and in Moscow.  You are now permitted to double, simultaneaously, but not in St. Petersberg where Peter Csar has his crypt.  Ours will actually be in MADRID, Spain