political (i'll put religious in parantheses) date night.

Laws and institutions must go hand in hand with the progress of the human mind.
I crane my neck to contemplate the inscription of Jefferson's words,
and watch her do the same.
The southeast wall is her favorite:
"He was a proponent for keeping religion and government separate."
I've never been one to understand politics,
but if I were to puncture the brachial vein of the woman beside me,
the blood would contain major traces of law, currency, diversity, and passion for flags other than
red, white, and blue.
So I figure I might need to start reading about affirmative action,
maybe even take an affirmative action by placing a call to my college Finance 101 prof:
"I didn't bake you cookies because I'm a nice person.
I baked you cookies because, for all I know...
bi-partisan refers to some sort of sexuality,
and monopoly to collecting $200 when you pass GO."
And so, if I happen to walk the steps of this memorial someday in the future,
I'll think about love--
about how love might mean learning about politics when you'd rather learn about religion.
about how when she and I stood here in fear and trembling,
politics (her passion) and religion (Christ, our only hope) was all we had.