Aeroplane

We would walk along our street
shackled age and naked feet
Gluey fingers from sappy trees
in the far corner of bloody knees.
You’re my aeroplane
You’re my aeroplane
Rays of light would fade the day
calling names and flatten blades
We both end up under Mars
star studded blanket, ours
You’re my aeroplane
You’re my aeroplane
Me in my favourite dress
your freckled, tightened chest
Children of the orange clouds
sharing teeth and swearing lies
You’re my aeroplane
You’re my aeroplane