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.