You, And The World

There's a sunset

I still remember

Particles in that humid air

Scented of soil and rich promises

Just beyond reach

Mingling and dancing on our hair

and flesh

A tinge of vodka

A splash

Of some fruit that now escapes me

Her eyes were bold

Strong

Her face, now a bit fogged

Perhaps the time and vodka

To behold! or to be held

Or the sunset

That I still remember