- "It's a game," she said. "A what?" "A game - next time we go under a yellow light, touch something metal - like, I don't know, the roof - and say 'Great sex'. And you'll have great sex." "With you?" I said. "Don't be silly." Come off with me Carly Back into the city. We might Drive the empty streets 'til early, Ride back under yellow stoplights, So the summer comes undone. For this wild night I've come unsettled: Come on out! The night is pearly, Wind is blowing white pear petals Across the lawn; and if I'm steady We can un-touch parts of metal Under every yellow stoplight – Un-exist a month of midnights So you won't be dead already – If you'll come back with me Carly To the city once again – All this I pray. The wind, it eddies In a field of yellow nettles By the churchyard that is Carly's, And the church with creeping charlie Rustles in the dark. And then I head on back into the city, Tired and thinking she'd have surely Died another way as early If it wasn't that. And Carly Sits beside me, keeps me fellow, Making all the stoplights yellow While the sky turns flat with gray light - It's the coming, I think, of daylight - And beside me still, a pretty Girl reminds me to be steady, Tells me sentiment is shitty: Touch the roof – and hurly-burly Over the city bursts the sun.