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.