fall
19 centuries
into her
dark eyes
down through
Aztec moonlight
fertile earth
obsidian
to midnight Teotihuaca
on the street of the dead
she dances
plumed serpent
weightless over water
beautiful crime.
MARINA by Russell Streur
May 30, 2010 by Scot
deuce coupe 
Russell Streur was hit over the head with a baseball bat swung by an insistent muse from Crete in May of 2004 and hasn’t been quite right since. His work has been published in the United States, Ireland and Switzerland. He has recently opened the doors of The Camel Saloon, an online poetry bar for dromedaries, malcontents and jewels of the world. The first drink is on the house, http://thecamelsaloon.blogspot.com/
I absolutely love everything about this poem!