And so, once treacherous
waters are an afterthought...

Holding the newest sonata
tucked under Adam's ribcage...

After going up to the mountains of Granada to see...
Your feet are the pulse of Spain...

After the standard mosquito shower, I play
connect-the-dots with my fingernails...

"and you won't make a sound or be nervous...
so old that it feels like it is ending...