Tonight, I will dance
to the tune of Cuban beats...

I still love you baby
If I cud I wud turn back time...

Life's grandest moments
through flowery fields...

The night has come again. Pheromone-filled...
Clad in suspenders and a steamy mini dress...

I never wish to write with a heavy heart...
But tonight, I will be the widow...

.
Waltzing with the swirling...

[they slither, and they hiss
like talking serpents , as they pass...

He is the epitome
of rich tradition...

She holds the world with all these sentiments
Flowing fast, upon her sometimes hopping heart...

Always remember what we've had
-Late nights spent cruising around...

She is a rescued moth morphing
under a sheet of stars navigating...

Great Plebeians, heroes
martyrs, and revolutionists...