the moon was out but dark clouds hid it now and then
and she walked with a sway singing bars from some song she liked
and he watched her walking just behind looking at her looking about him the streets the street lights yellow upon black bright lights
and she said this is it this is what I like being merry being liberated from my normal self
and he said ok let’s get back home take it easy don’t what you falling and breaking bones
she paused on the edge of the kerb and looked at the moon look at that moon I guess people in Russia see the self same moon as we do looking up and seeing the same bright light the same pits on the moon’s skin
he said come on Honey lets’ get back and he put his arm through hers and tried to move her on
hey hey she said don’t pull me along I want to see the moon
so he stopped pulling her and walked on and looked back at her staring at the moon her voice singing her body swaying
he walked on hands in the pockets of his coat head down
wait she called wait for me I don’t want to be swallowed by the night
and he stopped and she ran to him and put her arms around him and kissed his lips and he could taste the ***** the cigarettes
and he said come on Babe let’s go
and so she walked on beside him her body leaning against him her voice humming a melody her feet picking places to tread
his lips having the taste of her on them the feel of her on his arm
her voice humming still echoing into the night hoping she’d be good once home hoping she’d stay awake not fall asleep but if she did he thought the *** would keep.