Odds Are

We were destined to die at a drive in movie---

because that's where they wouldn't find us

and then we could be exactly what we wanted to be

And out there beyond the field

and in the artificial moonlight

you would kiss me long---

and often---

because the only thing over our shoulders was the backseat

And I would wrap the palm of my hand around your cheek

because that was where it belonged

and that was how I knew I was home

And in your arms, I would age the way I always wanted to---

with the deafening of an opinion here and there--

I would wait for your return---

there until there was nothing but the penultimate

They said we were dead---

but I knew wrong from wrong

and I would put my lips on your eyelids

until we drifted into the stuff of great fiction