Un Sábado Más

We met again
In the same spot, one more Saturday
You winked at me and I replied
I’ll be waiting behind

You asked how I was
I said the same when I saw you pass by

Practicing your specialty
Of making me wait

I want to wake up again
Pressed against your skin
One more Saturday
Drunk on you
Not wanting to talk
With so much to say

I want to drink you in
To forget
Hanging the sign
That says do not disturb
Coming in and out
Asking the night
To let us do it again

Stay for one more cigarette
I’d light it up and you’d do the rest

Hiding in the storage room
Giving them something to talk about

You decided to improvise
With the ice from one drink too many

I think you spoke to me
But I stopped listening

I don’t know where I was
When the door opened
And on the other side someone
Stood there watching us

We met again
In the same spot, one more Saturday
You winked at me and I replied