A toast,
to us, my friend,
dancing recklessly on the city streets.
Does the moon cause a similar wave pattern
in Patron
as it does in the majestic ocean body?
Giddy and drunk with liberating damnation,
conquering gravity and solidity;
magnetically driven.

We're here,
two souls- one rhythm.
Let's manifest the stars' burning vigor.
Can you feel the moon through the commotion
of lights?

What joy!
Like a fresh babe's very first, bubbly, giggle.
As true as a mother's love,
our bodies will disappear
in laughter.

One sky,
one love to share,
two bodies soaking wet with wonder,
or was it sea water, or sweet patron?
Who cares?
We're alive in impenetrable unity and colorful independence.
The moon glares upon us, jealously,
as we raze paths,
blessings swoon.