I’m in love with you Humphrey Bogart

These days who isn't. I’m aware of the complications. You having long ago left this globe spinning. Saying I’ll take the girl in the sloppy Joe sweater. You’re not Powell or Gable. You seem to smell of wood and smoke. You seem to know of fire. What does Bacall have that I have not? You needn’t answer. Not the man in the American sunshine, but the moon man inside you dark shadows. Is there anything as beautiful as you in a suit and hat spotting the angle? Women in your world are to be loved. In the same breath not to be trusted. The women in your scene are your equals. Had I come in dancing would you have stopped me at your table? No director had to feed you lines of freedom. To you they came freely. Like Lizabeth Scott asks of you, bestow a name upon me too Bogart. Call me Mike. If it whistles.