na mata

Between blues skies
and tangerines
frogs sing in trees
children swim naked
in dark waters
the smell of green
fills your lungs
life, rich and hopeful.

Light vibrates
through the foliage
dancing on
the forest floor
to shimmer
across the body
of a lover’s embrace
like a silent
movie kiss.

The heat rises
in misty wetness
obscuring the
farthest recesses
of this jungle’s
memory
where sleeping
magic waits
your return
from hunger.

“Return to me,
come, come…”
is the call.

– Previously Published

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