Flakes of white salt spray down
Thirstily, the tip of greedy tongue inside my stomach is
twisting and yearning
I order a glass of Margarita
The crystal salt migrates to the lip of the glass
I ask: Is what I yearn for inside this cup?
She remains silent.
Take a deep breath, kiss the virginal lip
My tongue swims around,
in search of sober and drunkenness