They tried to stop me,
telling me — in ALL CAPS yet —
to not congratulate
you on your victory.
But, hey,
Love will always find a way
so I said what I shouldn’t say.
Ours,
Vladimir
(or may I call you Vlad?)
is a love that’s all the stronger cuz
it dares not speak its name out loud.
But I, the Donald, won’t be scared
of being maybe overheard.
I picked up the phone and called you, dear,
and called you Vladimir
until you said that I could call you Vlad.
It’s sad,
Vlad,
that two grown men
can’t be more open
— can’t, if you will, unzip —
about the nature of their relationship.
