Copper-skinned mestiza,
Rock me back and forth
On your slender, adolescent hips
And let your love pour out
Like a libation to
The Mayan gods.
Your eyes of black coral
Command quetzals
To fly down
From the humid highlands
And alight upon
The four posts of our bed,
Streaking the mirrors
With iridescent colors,
Fanning our naked bodies with
Their flowing tails.

Mestiza, amor mio,
You fill me with a longing
So clear and deep,
I feel that I am plunging
Through the blurred place
In the cenote
Where salt water
Yields to fresh
And suddenly you see
Forever.

(Originally published in Circa Review)