This is nice.
He let go of her hand with a knowing smile
stopping for her favourite tree on the mile
sending a kiss to the sky
she whispers her goodbye.
the winter sun had not yet begun to rise
heads still heavy holding bleary eyes
in the early hours they lay breathless
blind and bodies intwined they confess.
with a wide smile and glittering eyes
they pass a man singing his goodbyes
she skips while his stomach churns
too sick to smoke it just burns
and he yearns
not to go back to the sea.
Their two way radio romance
destined to dance its last dance
komrades on the verge of freedom,
kiss me quick. lover please do come.
their adventures became the talk of most
as they had to explain fleeing to the coast.
he came from the tide
and she his london pride
They’re rebel souls longing to escape
to run wild again
instead of listen to a police tape
to escape and be sort of lovers
spending long afternoons hiding under the covers.