La Mariposa

 I found myself in a place hidden under the shadow of a volcano

With peeling paint and dirt floors

Where barefoot children in tattered clothes peeked out of the windows as the stranger walked by.

At night we used to climb 

Past the pineapple fields and through the dew covered grass,

To the ridge above the huts, above the cities, above the volcanoes

Sloppy kisses, hushed giggles, the taste of cheap beer on our breathes 

We soaked up every moment, between Earth and the stars 

Knowing we would have to decent our kingdom 

But in those moments we felt alive.

Maybe it was the alchol that convinced us we could fly?

But down down down we would run,

To be at the farm by dawn and our work begun.