Mr. Sailor

I don't know what you're doing today. 

what you did yesterday 

Or what you will do in the last years of your life 

I coincided with you only once. 

I must let love surprise me again 

Look for the last heat, but it isn't there, 

Cupid will shoot me again 

Then, I will touch another skin 

& other lips. 

Mr. Sailor, I would have liked to see your wet face

After a rainy day

Dance until your stomach hurts 

& kiss you, until you know that I don't want another love 

Or touch another skin 

I just want to be on your lips 

Again. M