As we walked through the marram grass,
Past the trees, far from the waves,
Far for any living being to see us
With our hands intertwined and locked.
We lay down on a dry piece of nature
My head resting on your shoulder
As I watch you tremble with fear at the dunes.
As the tide draws close, the time is here,
To leave for now while the coast is clear.
On my walks home while my palm lays empty,
I start to think of what could happen
If they found out about us.
You’ll be sent to some military camp
Far away from here and further from me.
Maybe I’d go missing searching for you.
We are too young, they would say,
That what we feel is stupidly sinful.
But for now we will enjoy the time we have.
The time you have escaping a fathers war
And I, fleeing a mothers disapproving wine.