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Cenote

by Elsa 5 months ago in nature poetry / love poems
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A Love Poem of Love Lost Abroad

Cenote
Photo by Roberto Nickson on Unsplash

As I walked up the stairs sweat trickled off my body

My eyes flickered to you and saw the perfection of your being

I was lucky enough to stand behind you in line

The echoing around the cenote was beaming but all I heard was the evenness of your breath

I studied you as you waited patiently for your jump into the ancient water

The brisk air flowing around you made me jealous

It danced at every crevice of your dark skin

My heart awoke with sight of your hands

A tingling raced through my body as my eyes fell on them

Beautiful they were, speckled with moles and veins that resembled a road map

The cenote was alive with tourist and filled with music of different languages

But all I could hear was still your breath

Tattoos painted your back, the drawings etched perfectly around each of your muscles

I needed to speak to you and listen to the melody that was surely your voice

The echoing of voices and trilling of Mexican bats had no effect on me as the sight of your eyes did

You turned around and they fell on me

They were light like honey mixed with a light shade of green

You smiled and I smiled

It was your turn to jump

You fell with such grace into the clear, crisp, water

I focused on you as my toes clung to the edge of the cliff scared to let go

I jumped

The water enveloped me and welcomed me home

Crystal clear water beads took me in as I came up for air

You were there, I caught a glimpse of your hair as you swam to the exit

Your mouth was moving and your voice boomed with depth of an opera singer as you climbed up the stairs and left with your friends

I swam slowly exhilarated from my jump and from being captivated by you

I watched from afar as your presence left the cenote

Your deep voice still filling my ears and visions of your body fill my mind

I pull myself out of this trance and walk up the stone steps

Maybe my eyes will catch up with you in the Mayan jungle

By Stephanie Klepacki on Unsplash

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About the author

Elsa

Teacher, traveler, fur baby mom, reader, and writer. I enjoy writing historical fiction stories, fiction, poetry, true crime, and nonfiction.

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