I hope it was a calm, balmy night, one drenched with that yellow light. There's you two, close enough to bite; to sore eyes like mine, what a sight!
Perched daintily atop one shiny metal beam, your invisible eyes, reflect his gleam. A scene so perfect, straight out of a dream, oblivious to the world around, you two seem.
Arms resting on the beam, legs in a stationary dance, a back bent towards him, eyes drinking him in with a glance. Two shiny heads of darkest brown, yellow-gold halo, in a trance, in the streets of of bang and bucks, an irreverent romance.
The green traffic signal in the background, says GO. The palpable fire red passion, bounds does it know? A signboard "WEAR HELMET", warns you of the foe; And the all encompassing yellow, frames you, just so.
Felt like a not so gentle reminder, from up above, that no matter what, men like me, can still love.