After a Night Out

After a Night Out


After a night out
  I, planning not to walk you home,
Lead you on a meandering path,
  While you,
Seeming to have the same destination in mind,
  Pull in another direction,
Until we, your cart before my horse,
  Find ourselves at the railway station,
On the commuter platform, lamps in the night,
  At a dance party for wayward flutter moths,
Where we, reticent wallflowers,
  Find ourselves an empty bench

Your Father’s not here to scold you,
My sister’s not here to make those comic kissy faces,
  Saying things like “OoOOoo-oo, I saw you!”

An arm around each other,
  A night cool enough to light our body warmth,
You kiss me before I make my move,
But I’m the man and I take charge
  As I pull you to my chest

Soon your hand’s upon my leg,
  And I’m cupping your left breast,
As the late express comes rolling though,
  In its slow down but go faster pace,
Lit windows all late commuters looking for a focus,
  And finding us,
  In their voyeur night suburban views

Open up, open up,
  Let’s not wilt nor wither while in view,
For to love you so is to love you best,
  Let’s let our love stand to the test