We went out, once, in the evening,
It was balmy, it was spring.
My eyes were melting like butter,
Your hands were very clean.
We walked beside the shopfronts
Lights smiled beneath old lace,
You admired nice things in the windows:
I stole cheap looks at your face.
The air was thick with the promise,
The promise of pelting rain,
And the cloud-canopy hung heavy
So we sheltered in a film.
We whispered all through the previews:
You talked travel, I made jokes;
Which fat man would choke on his popcorn,
Which girl you secretly liked.
America unfolded before us,
Made magnificent by the big screen
And l leant over to ask you,
‘What’s that building over there?’
My mouth was close to your ear then,
It’s smooth shell was pale and petite,
And my eyes made soothing ocean sounds
As your limbs leapt right out of your seat.
You hovered, or I held you there...
I stared as you candled the cupcake
I thought I had so much to learn,
About fire, about fearlessness,
So I just smiled: ‘Let it burn.’
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