Maybe we could just be companions, like on the Dr Who reruns we loved when we were in elementary school.
Just friends, soul mates of more true and intimate kind, connected by clear thoughts and unbroken hearts.
On our grand adventure north, across the Canadian plains and to the deep forests, we can still be innocent.
Just us, true as we ever were, with audio dramas and UFO radio late at night as we drive in the empty nowhere.
Sex corrupts hearts and has ruined every good thing I’ve ever had; don’t let it ruin us too or our great escape.
The money saved, car ready, all settled. Let us be angels out their in the wilderness, not demons suckling Lilith.