urban ruin

spectacular sunsets
keep blazes hot
tequila shots find
the aroma of a Cuban
in urban ruin
grasping at the moon
swooning from the glow
where did you go
in the middle of the Morn
to find the day
almost gone
I hear you say
frenetic words that badger
as you panda to the crowd
the hopes I cannot bear
what is an animal
unconditional regard
obedient loyal true
wanting to please
me as well as you.