We'll thunder across country
like the daredevil boys
of the 'Fifties who flourished
a pistol in banks,
and rode off into the headlines
and hills or into legends
that hang, grey-ghostly, over
campfires in the rain.
Your parents will never see this profile. They could never understand our love.
Neither will we. It will haunt us when it is over.
Write your name on me, when my heart breaks, I want it to be blinding.