Gustavo

oh gustavo look

the sun is rising higher

than the gods ever intended

hear the wind gusting

in its ancient hills

spilling wildly into

its wild sea

the waves

the waves blue green

have taken this nightless moon

away from me

here I am hostage

oh gustavo see

the bottle is deeply red

lets drink together

ripen in our favorite café

celebrate the draping rays

reflecting hips of this waitress

lusty memories

of our lying

life

jppestana December 23, 2016