Those Songs

That weekend, we were thrown out of a pub
For kissing long and hard, two skinny youngsters
Having a good time despite the wrath of the world,
And went out into the warm summer night to
Keep on kissing and measuring the contours
Of each other’s bodies with our hands, and ran
Along the pavements singing songs from our
Bursting hearts into the forgiving sky.

R 16/02/2025 14:01