Private Detectives

For Gemma

When I see you in your hat,
I want to follow you for a private affair,
let's check into a motel,
shut out the world and untie your hair.

I'd like to be with you, kissing you
in a private bed,
knowing you'll be watching and noting
these moves in your head.

Oh, let's be private detectives
with confidential hats,
we'll investigate each other
and act like secretive love cats.

Poem © Mark Pirie, 2007