The first time we met.
We were wasted enough to walk all the way to Tibet.
That night we burnt the rain and set fire to the moon.
We were onto each other in ways, Ares and Aphrodite would have said, "Too soon!".
And believe me when I say;
Everyday I was with you, I was intoxicated by you.
Mornings were of hope and sunshine felt fresh and new.
You were like the flowers offered on a sacred ritual,
I am, maybe too sinful of an individual.
Your essence still lingers somewhere around me.
And I think of you over a quaint sunrise
or a melancholic sunset.
I think back to all those times,
when we were wasted the first time we ever met.
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