
There’s a blank page in my journal
I was never able to bring myself to write the details
of our final four days in Mexico together
We camped under the stars in a canyon and it was the quietest space I’ve ever been in
and when you fucked me on the tailgate of the truck,
the look in your eyes was intimate and tender and hot and it made things so intense
Your blue eyes were the same color of the sea that melted into the sky
the next night as we parked the truck under a palapa
and walked with the dog down along the water
We were walking together, and I confessed my gratitude
and told you that I would always remember this trip –
I cried looking out at the way you couldn’t tell where the sky met the sea
Days later, swimming in the mountain canyon hot spring pool
you turned your eyes on me and they were the same color as the water
and everything was sparkling and I felt like magic
The memory of the look in your eyes during those final days in the desert
together will warm my bones and send a chill down my spine
every time I see even a flash of the color blue.
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