Pink Cadillac Margarita (2017)
It's the zing of tequila that makes me remember those cherry kisses,
Whims led me to crave those wolfish eyes that even angels miss.
Along that sugar rim, I taste your stories, a delicate bowl of self and society,
Where even my love touched upon a lustful sobriety.
Little lime to dance around and bring me to laughing mornings,
A delightful memory to bring my soul to the severest mourning.
I miss your mix in my bleak watered down days,
Still cluttered in the decaying ice is my lover and his Cadillac ways.
A luxury my heart can't afford, yet my soul makes it an accord.