Let's get political

Let’s get political, my love,

Let’s strip each other off of our opinions, 

Let’s bathe in the moonlight and passionately-

Discuss censorship and saffronization.

We've always been political, my love,
As caught up in the world, 

As we are in each other.

I watch the way your lips form the words-

And bite mine, 

You talk about free spaces,

I wish to run my hands through your hair,

You catch my eye,

A silence follows,

We look away -

Always dancing around each other arent we?

I am the moth to your light,
Ready to dance around you anytime, 
The cheesy metaphor to your political insight.

We’re lying on the grass,

Hands touching, we’re becoming something more,

I turn towards you,

You push my hair back,

A ‘moment’.

A question hangs between us-

My phone beeps - 

A Journalist dead,

Nazi rally,

60 children dead.

I sense your trouble,
Take your face in mine and say,
"we'll be alright".
We kiss,
But there's Even when there's-

A Journalist dead,

Nazi rally,

60 children dead.