its modelo time she said

the following takes place
close enough to hear the waves break
natural oils salt washed
and golden skin sun baked
our dirty heads soaking up the minerals
together sinking into the water
and drying out on the sand
where the living breathing ocean
spares us from going any further
beached as it made for the shore
stacks of buildings strand along the coast
in one of many communities
that carve into the edge of her country
here ive headed for the summer
already mistaken for a native
she let me crash in her hammock
introduced me to her circle
i dont know why i fool myself
everyone is only out to see her
shes got connections all around the square
social currency to get us into the best parties
well spent on the most potent i can experience
we’re polishing our third eyes
picking up higher vibrations
wiping away the clouds
my mind has a clear view
im looking down at the deep
like a wellness retreat
i found it making sense
the rush in my heart
when i hear the soul in her records
beats to fall in love to
what she produces is plentiful
a shine she carries bright
a glow to her face that reflects
shes got the right idea and she really means it
and im convinced of the magic she possesses
its a potion given in small doses
shes sweet as sapote
now sometimes its her that i crave
we sat on the curb in the plaza
she promises she can heal me with herbs
the right frequencies and meditation
ritualistic methods of relaxation
consuming ceremoniously
proper respect for the dead
before we kiss the especial
we can reach the gods and make an offering
our devotion through these spiritual interfaces
reading from her book of hymns
the goal is for the sermons to travel
all throughout collective consciousness
music is the best way to spread the word
i asked for some recommendations
she made me a sample worthy mixtape
i saved it in my song machine
a composer and singer, yours truly
and i havent died yet
just let me come up a little
watch me turn the switch
insert the tape
set the levels on the EQ
now we’re talking
we style like dub all-stars
we’ve got creative control
as long as we hold those crystals
we can sustain and we can endure
turning up the volume a little
ghetto blasting the streets like this
swimming through this heat
even when the lights turn on
up until then we were casual
my gold under an open collar
the short skirt for Milena
my comments were at least respectful
and we got down drunker than ever
staying out late as we wanted
restless legs in the night clubs
frame by frame  
flashes of her
dancing closer to me
then it got darker
i was close to blacking out
but from what i can remember
the pitch was lower
the tempo was slower
i made the move
she held on like i was saying goodbye
her tears pressed against my cheek
thats when she let go of my hand
knowing we were more than friends
i guess shes better off with her backup plan
but her gentleman still bites his tongue
and that girl looks cute with anyone
even as her relationship began to stagnate
a harsh contrast to the honeymoon phase
it can be such an ugly feeling to betray
Milena says she will love the best she can
so this is how it ends
and this is how i romanticize
everything was perfect for a while
everything was right when we were alone
i returned still tripping on my feelings
drifting in and out of regret
staying awake to all of the noise in my head
losing touch and recovering from the withdrawals
a ways away and im near sighted
shes out of focus
a million miles from her
and i was tempted to send my love
but like all my former sidekicks
the years passed and corrected
dressing us definitely
theres no going back
and no more rewinding our soundtrack
i stopped the tape and put in another  
proud of myself for going this far
being like i want everyday
without a fantasy
reality is a fruit ripe to eat
oxygen is delicious
repeating my affirmations until i fall sleep
sometimes dreaming of Milena
im swinging in that hammock
carried away by the stars underneath my eyelids
and i can still taste the sea on my lips