Kiss and tell –
perhaps there had been kisses, but,
the memoir was more tell
as the actress said to the bishop
or rather the actress said of the politician.
clandestine, frequent, long-lived
and oh so sensual and torrid.
Clues scattered through the pages
scents for the pursuing media hounds
trails and elimination
the quarry trapped at the last page –
they are sure
forensics – it has to be him –
description, dates, locations.
He opens the elegant door to
straining, unleashed, questions and cameras,
flashbulbs and shouting
“Did You? Is It You? It Has To Be You!
“No. It Wasn’t. It Isn’t, but
I wish it had been.”