a draft…

It was not a question of not having domination over either of your languages
to dance under a setting soundtrack of sunlight. Not hearing how

Tom Jobim embraces the way you love may be why only your lips pucker
around pure cacao from a farm in Ilhéus while I sip on the collective sour

of the logo’d glass and concrete mountains surrounding my search
for a smile that mirrors why I sing out loud the love songs of my youth.