It doesn’t get any better than this


The sea rocked the boat

So that we stagger even before

We’ve ingested our first glasses of wine

It doesn’t get any better than this,

Blood stirred by salt air

And a sense of belonging

Fathers who braved the waves

To get to a place we take for granted,

The taste of sea lingering on our tongues

With each sip


The table between us is littered with

Empty glasses and brochures

It doesn’t get any better than this,

The air blowing through our hair

And across our faces,

Ripping the words out from our lips

With each kiss

As below us the hull hissed

With kisses of its own

Against the rough waves

Sea gulls screaming of pained passion

Above us as we move


Down below, in the belly of this beat

Song birds sing karaoke love songs

It doesn’t get any better than this,

As we cling to the top of this world

Gripping its edges so as not to fall off

This world spinning around us,

As if we are the center of the universe

The ancients believed

And we sail towards some oblivion

At the edge of the flat world


You talk and I talk,

And we say the same things

It doesn’t get any better than this,

Best of friends sharing deepest of secrets

Learning that trust matters more

Than believe in God or government

We coming to believe in the salt

That stirs our blood,

The rattle of glasses that elevates us,

The music that inspires some spirit

In our hearts,

Trust saying that if we believe in each other

And cling to that,

We will never fall off the edge of the earth

That no god, government or world ending event

Can end what we have found

It doesn’t get any better than this.

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