Here we come
arm in arm
out of the darkness
of the theater
into the neon night,
black-and-white
tears of a beautiful
movie still rolling
down our cheeks.
Love pulls over
to the curb in an old
broken down limo
and leans out
the window:
'Want a ride Home? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem