Aeroplane - Darts

We would walk along our street

shackled age and naked feet

Gluey fingers from sappy trees

in the far corner of bloody knees.

You’re my aeroplane

You’re my aeroplane

Rays of light would fade the day

calling names and flatten blades

We both end up under Mars

star studded blanket, ours

You’re my aeroplane

You’re my aeroplane

Me in my favourite dress

your freckled, tightened chest

Children of the orange clouds

sharing teeth and swearing lies

You’re my aeroplane

You’re my aeroplane