Horchata, please?

I can't help but to think that this is where you be, with me, in the evergreens...
Lazy,sipping tea, and some horchata please.

You like it rough, i like it clean.
Our lives shriveled.
Everything some fickle dream.

Nightmare how are you today?
You left me waiting on the slowly rising bay.

I drown.
You die.
I live.
We cry.

We're over in the beat of a drum.
I find the punishment you have done.

You lie.
You lie.
You lie.

Yet the truth is never true,
The wrong never wrong.

Someone else meets tampered weeps.
Another one happy.
Perfect.

Nothing pulled through her seams.
Nothing lurking through her teeth.

She has rung.

Ring.
Ring.
Ring.

Answer her, before she leaves.

(December 2010)