Drive-In

Sneak me in through the back.

Come close and

inch

                until

                                my skin

                                Touches

                                yours.

Dream your youth away with me,

because it was all

before

   we knew that cigarettes could kill you.

   When we wanted to be misunderstood

   by all the right people;

Adulthood,

Hollywood,

your car hood.

   We laid and

   I think our hearts had started to show.

Now,

   we die younger looking older,

   hearts and lungs

   beaten black and blue.

   Our bodies living side by side

   until we fade like the chemical smoke

                that

                                leaves

                                                our

                                                                lungs.