drink a bottle of red wine, forgetting to tell time.

i've never been to the san jauns. can we go soon?
boy slow down. boy, slow down with me.
if we leave now we can catch the last boat out
and that's the best one on this clear night under pin pick light.

the wind on the boat's deck is a cold hand on the neck,
or slipping into our cold bed.

it's been so long that it seems like i've never danced with anyone.

something has got to change. soon.