standing in fishermen’s spot, smoking in the dark.
on the other shore of the lake,
a saturday night summer party
was breaking down the silence and those
humans voices sounded
louder than their music.
for moment,
I don’t know what you were thinking about,
but I was in Dirty Dancing.
without melons.
a few seconds I listened to do you love me playing
in my head.
then I came back to us and
you were so fucking hot
with a t-shirt around your neck, while
the lake shone
under the strings of light bulbs that adorned
the opposite side.
so, gazing at you, I could distinguish a perfect
form.
along with our cigarettes smoke,
I inhaled its scent, left all over me,
when we were…
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