My chest revels in drowsy numbness
as I traverse the deep forest's mossy ways.
I creep through a land of eternal summer.
A heavy scent of orchids and hibiscus
bleeds longing into moist air.
Leaden-eyed yet full of wonder
I marvel at a poison-dart tree frog,
so startling in his red and blue.
Who would dare disturb his toxic rest
unless he wishes to go early into the night.
Fer-de-lance and Eye-lash-viper so very
deadly it is true, even they wont mess with him.
In this great underworld of shade death sports
such brilliant colors, a grand Mardi Gras
of contradictions so peaceful and alive.
It would be so easy to let go, to be lulled
into unwary misadventure. Here I see no
absolute, only graceful curves disappearing
into tangled growths, the renewal of life
This would be such a pleasant
place to stay. My own dome of pleasure
where I might meander forever through
a sacred maze.
Somewhere in these depths
Mayan gods slumber and the ghost of Blood
Woman fills her net with corn. I dream
of a cross-eyed princess. She burns my
heart on her sacred altar. Would I not
gladly whisper her message to her god?
Now I float along a wisp of smoke,
ever deeper into the gloom, soon,
something is sure to devour me.