Missions Impossible Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Our her: Super?
No! Disguised as me.
Love interest?
You, confused
yet unaware.
The villains:
Space and Time and Gravity
and Luck and Fate,
Lost Confidence, Despair.
The Scene:
A speeding train.
I have to leap upon another
racing near and
use my strength and wits,
unseen through cars to creep,
unlock the coded door, and
light a fuse.

Pressed flesh to flesh
I feel you stretch and moan.
You sense yourself
all powerful, divine.
Just as you realize
you're not alone
I have one sec.
to bump your heart with mine.
Too soon and
I'll be crushed
beneath the train.
Too late?
You're changing hubcaps
in your brain.