There was only the air left between you and me
As the moon glared behind the translucent clouds Inringed by the rainbow of your smile
Thinking about you, sucking warmth of your memory
Your lips Your smell,
Your intoxicating love scent
by a tijuanense xicano: identity, religion, a dab of politics & wads literature @ 2¢ a pop – exegete at large
There was only the air left between you and me
As the moon glared behind the translucent clouds Inringed by the rainbow of your smile
Thinking about you, sucking warmth of your memory
Your lips Your smell,
Your intoxicating love scent