Yanka

How do i treat this scene, looking neat on vodka, as if it will protect me, off my face and green, mascara pushed down the sofa, eyes turned around discreet, fix this place like a dream, red and yellow dank cellar, she asks where've you been, my greatest days say Si, she loosens first my collar, we sit side by side redeemed, she is like a gift from the sea, brings me Bollinger, at the next epiphany doesn't bother with history, has neither sou nor dollar, wants to drink to chastity, before i start to holler.