let me get you another, the sour
tastes sweet, it’s liquid key lime pie

and this is what the sun feels like when
it sets on hemingway’s porch after

a long day of romanticism. we’re maskless
tapped and poured into a world of smiles.

she has my number, only two weeks after
i got yours. we write in the corner 

but what possibly for? beers not tears.
we are hopped up and giddy, a new

world sitting than slurped outta glass
there,  *GULLLLP* ,   that was easy.