Faro del fin del mundo

We drove east chasing
The shoreline
And what it meant
To reach the end of the world.

We felt so significant
In that purple odometer light
That our shadows could have been
Painted on postage stamps.

“Let us yell with all our capacity;
Splinter the sky with our cadence”

And in that punctured night,
I sat swim-suited and voiceless
Sipping wine
Dirtied Dixie cups

As you untangled my hair.
--Your fingers speaking
For the both of us,

Let’s get out of this mess.