smokey, dark with disco lights

and girls in skirts and yellow tights.

¡give up la fotito!

it doesn't sirve anyway

and I was lying when I told you

"si, I saw it swimming,

and waving in the water"

it's only photo paper.

¿don't you see?

I moved my hand

to wrap around

your hand

around the stem.

I slid the glass

out of your grasp

to set it down and then-

I pulled you in and with a grin

I whispered, "ven aca"

The End

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