FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

to the strums of a guitar
she stands on the sands
under the shades of the
coconut trees and then
she dances looking at me
and i
who has ignored her
has not fought much with
that feeling
that from then on
one must forget and then
wake up to someone
dancing alone
wanting to have another
dance with you

to the strums of the guitar
some hearts heal
some loves are reborn
without much talk
both can take their walk
after...