I don't notice the Dirty oLD MEN staring

as the boat kicks up a spray of diamonds

I ignore the offering

I can't get my heart off you

the way you stared

your smile, "i'm sorry"

I don't know what you're saying but

I seem to know you

I slip in beside you

a sweet smile

your eyes looke me over, once, twice

stop and hover

talk to your friend in a foreign language

of love

as you put up your hand

in an offering

to our hormones

a whispered parting

buena note

Author's Notes/Comments: 

to the sexy foreigner i met in arizona

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