Yana

How do I make this scene, looking cool on vodka, as if it will protect me, off my face with anxiety, hands pushed down the sofa, eyes look around furtively, places like you’ve always been, red and yellow dank cellar, her smile smiles sweetly, the great days of history, she loosens first my collar, we sit side by side umbilically, she is like a gift from the sea, cracks open the Rioja, awaits the next epiphany, doesn't bother with identity, has neither sou nor dollar, wants to explore my territory, no one here to stop her.