“KISSES IN THE SHELTER” 19 Sept 95

Too late tonight
to go home alone
its half past two
and there’s no one else awake on the globe
apart from you and me

and the other lovers
on the gravel beach
I can’t help you
you’ve got to do this on your own
but I can take you home tonight

and we dance
and think of romance
run my fingers through your hair
you wouldn’t dare
so why don’t you kiss me

while the bombs crash in the night
it won’t last -
but it’ll be alright
in these tiny streets
our love was made of concrete

so I hold onto the photograph of you in a uniform fifty years past to kiss you again and to think we thought it wouldn’t last so we dance, and shyly take a chance you wouldn’t dare to care I wouldn’t dare to see your underwear so kiss me like you did in Nineteen Forty Three?

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