Turn Around

my response to your shrinking lights

was a vehicular jolt

and film criminal instinct

for a high speed chase.

but you turned around smiling,

and i think 

i'd die sad otherwise,

in a forty-two car pile up

miles from home.

you pull me over 

like a woollen blanket now

and your world is a bed

that i want to wake up in forever. 

when old people stare

i just want to kiss you,

and for someone to play The Beatles

"Do It In The Road" over phone speakers,

but not in a fucked up way

like usual.

like last week,

i would have smashed that guy's windscreen

and his headlights

to make him apologise.

but instead i turned around smiling,
because i think 

i'd die sad otherwise,

in a forty-two car pile up

miles from you.