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.
Posted in Russell Streur, tagged poetry on May 30, 2010| 2 Comments »
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.