and there you are
legs crossed with a gem‘ round your finger
hugs and eyebrows and, “it’s soooooo good to see you,” you say
“it’s nice to see you,” I say,
and I get real fake serious, real fast
"is he handsome," I ask, "is he blonder than me"
"he's as blond as can be," you say
"I never was much of a blond, "I say, "it never looked good on me"
you snicker, and I snicker, and we spit bullets through our teeth
and here we are
legs crossed getting drinks at the Malongo Café
and we laugh
and we kiss at the bar and in the bathroom and in a taxi to the hotel and in the hotel
and in the pool
and we get ice and we drink champagne and you take off your ring and I take off mine
and we laugh the night away