we will blink to changing traffic lights on the empty street
playing hopscotch in the moonlight with smooth stones and white white chalk.
and you will kiss my eyes
i'd thank god we're together
free from the shackles of discipline and manners
and protocol
no parents to tell us what to do
no flashlights shone in our eyes
no scolding fingers and a scowl
no needy mothers trying to make us stay.
i don't care what all the people say.
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