Xtabay

My chest revels in drowsy numbness
as I traverse the jungle’s mossy ways.
The eternal source of summer,
I feel scents of orchids and hibiscus
bleeding into moist air.

Opiate-eyed,
I marvel at the poison frogs,
Iridescent, red and blue, startling,
jewels I don’t dare wear
fer-de-lance,eyelash viper
One misstep….

Here in the underworld of shade
death sports brilliant colors.
a Mardi Gras of contradictions,
peaceful, alive.
Corpses bloom.

So easy to let go,
to be lulled into misadventure.
No absolutes.
only graceful curves disappearing
into tangled thorns
A sacred maze
where I could meander forever
my own dome of pleasure.

Somewhere in these depths
Blood Woman fills her net with corn
while a cross-eyed princess
Reaches for my heart

burn.
I am scented smoke,
a pleasing offering
to ancient nostrils.

I float along
wisp, deeper into the gloom.
Soon something will inhale me,
and the offering will be complete.