julie
19
rhode island
i'd take you north to mexico
where you would tell me your life story
on the steps of a mayan temple
where we'd camp singing nonsense songs in 12 bars
to the jaguars, until you'd sense me
your eyes convincing,
and i would kiss you like a hero in the half-light
dryer sheets and peach shampoo, the smell of palm leaves,
i'd sleep against you
until the natives found us,
but they would crown us king and queen
and we could stay there, spend our days there,
eating guava by the sea
and i could understand your views
and you could fall in love with me.
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