When A Dictator And A Revolutionary Fall In Love (a Poem)

When a dictator and a revolutionary fall in love (a poem)

She's fiery, she's passionate. To him that's hot. She's smart and stimulating She has big bold dreams.

He doesn't mind. He's a benevolent dictator after all. And he needs an impressive left hand at his side.

He's charming and exciting. To her that's hot. He's intelligent and funny He has a remarkable power to understand and sway people.

She doesn't mind. He's only a benevolent dictator after all (how dangerous is that?) She needs a powerful personality to build support for the revolution.

She is idealism. He is reality. Both are brilliant...in opposite realms. After sex, laughter, and stimulating conversation, this looks like balance. Like shared goals.

Until she wants to destroy the world order and he wants to rule it.

As agendas shift they strain each other. He won't back her radical schemes. She won't fall in line with his regime.

They tried to break it off like diplomats, but alas neither of them were. They're a dictator and a revolutionary. Natural enemies, no matter how similar.

There was a spark, there was a flame and they thought they were fighting their battles together. But when it all went up in smoke they look up and saw the bombs they launched at each other.