It was the end of July
And the sun was not a bit shy at all
I remember I had seen you for the first time,
And I looked down at your shoes,
Your laces untied, you wore no socks,
And somehow it looked as if you wanted it that way
I could tell, by the rips in your jeans,
That you were an artist of some sort
I don't know, you've always had a thing for women,
With bullets holes in their jeans.
I could tell, by the way you licked your lips,
You wanted my attention and,
I'm sorry to have given you your way,
For the temptation was too great.
You are too fine to be strolling around,
In this dirty air, I wonder how you do it,
It's like, your hair, I hear it and I hear the trumpets
The harp, the guitars, I hear jazz falling off your face.
Let us go for a drive in the milky neighborhood,
You came with me, with cherries in your mouth,
I remember we found a spot on Pluto to park my van,
We'd sit in the trunk, with the roof open.
And the starts trickling our feet.
The gods would never forgive me if I did not kiss you here
But by time I leaned in,
Your lips were already touching mine.
I remember your fingernails crawling up my chest, mg back
I remember the way you treated my body as if it were a garden,
And we would wake up the next morning,
To drink the Sun's orange juice soaking up.
All the words we did not know how to say,
Since then, I have never met you again,
But I keep you with me all the time,
In my pockets, my mouth,
And the taste of you left a stain on my fingers
