Now that we are drunk
on the wine of gods,
can we put the bottle down?

Sunny days and cloudy afternoons
The days slip away
rain dripping from the rooftop

But I am just waiting
And I can still feel the imprint of your body resting against mine

Every time it comes to mind
I remember what you taste like
-Our warm embrace-
The curvature of your lips is etched into my memory

And that night we laid there,
head on my shoulder
Your body pressed against mine

Please don't think me naive
Just for remembering

a letter from reality
like little scraps of paper
i can't quite make out the words
but the sentiment is appreciated

We would become like shadows
or faint plays of light on a wall,
dancing and fading,
rejoicing in our momentary existence

Summer's on the horizon
and it looks like warm days
with rainy afternoons
and the feeling of sand between my toes

Let the words fall from your lips
Like drips from the rooftop
rhythmic, but without melody

Oh the cold drops on  my neck

But I am a rising tide
To wash us away
Like little the little shells