@Chamomile 19 August 2020 more from that month

Tequila

Disco balls freezing my bones, Shutting down a party like the glamour of the sun. Leaving kiss marks in someone else’s shoulder. A dosage of whisky, red wine, champagne all night, Little scotch on the rocks. A savor of tequila pushed me to absquatulate. Had seen your silhouette ripping up the floor of club shirt. Worn when we’re high sky, cloud 9 in Bolivia. Lips hard-pressed against the bottle. Could hear the same songs in my room. Canister of memory of you hit me like acceleration of Ferrari cars. Swear, badly need you.