We frolicked under the tears
of the Andean moon,
danced on cobblestone streets
in the sacred valley.

Our minds were laced
with fermented corn,
we connected to the gods.

And you,
you with your celebratory-nature,
changed my fate forever
with the flick of your wrist,
downed sweet memories
of the perfect world
nobody ever lives.

You kept him
alive in a sterling heart,
next to your own,
permeating passions
to be fulfilled
by hearty revelers,
and I did.