Let’s go out together

by David Oakley-Hill
(Luton, Beds, UK)

I see you walk a fine line: I like the lines I see
I grab you from the pavement gang, and you escape with me
we’re running down the road, we’re smiling with relief
I tell you what my name is - like your grin, white teeth

Make sure we’re clear of danger - let’s go into a bar
sit and talk, try to find out more of who we are
I think I could grow old with you, our humour is the same
we could ignore conventions, or you could change your name

When greedy corporations have sold 8 billion dreams
the solar flares have come to find us,
and we start to hear the screams -

Let’s go out together, form a chemical bond
Bouncing off each other, into the wild beyond
Laughing fit to burst, at what tickles us to death
Touch and move in harmony, as if our final breath