I always wanted us
to run away
and run we did
into the arms of music
the magic of the masses…
and as Mary Jane looked on
we slow-danced through the beer cans
between sets
and between worlds;
when bearded men with dancing bows
played up a storm
we held so hard
you caught my face between your hands
and kissed in bold farewell
amongst the crowd.

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