Under streetlights in the suburbs,
Your eyes are illuminated by the moonlight
And you lean me up against the whitewashed wall
In the hazy temperature of an August midnight.
Closed eyed and open hearted,
The hour slows in time to savour youth
And our shadows entwine like the ivy beside us.
When my cheeks are flushed to coral
And your eyes shine like snapdragons,
You toss me your grass-stained tshirt
As I twirl an ivy leaf between my fingers.