Rio

I am dreaming about Rio De Janeiro
I had a best friend that was Portuguese once
she used to visit her aunt and cousin every summer
and tell me all about it

she brought me back what her aunt called “Jesus Strings”
and chili pepper garland to ward of evil spirits
earrings of bright yellow fringe
a shawl the same green as her eyes

so now I am dreaming
of houses with painted roofs
all in the colors of melted popsicles

of the sea, a vast expanse of turquoise
and brightly colored birds flying overhead
of tall palm trees swaying in salty air

I always thought we would go to Carnival together, her and I,
and dance and scream
until we had no voices and we were too tired to move
covered in feathers and glitter
as colorful as the birds

sweating and laughing
moving to fast music
with handsome strangers
now I see it all in my head
all those colors

I smell the scents our bodies; salt and perfume
I hear the waves crash and the music pulsating so loud
it’s inside my body, filling my veins like blood

and when I wake up
I still hear the music, far away
the beating slowly turning into the beat of my heart in my chest
and I feel lonely for a place I’ve never been to

I always thought we would go to Carnival together, her and I.



Categories: Love, Mental Health, Self Esteem, Travel, Wanderlust, Writing

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2 replies

  1. I do have such dreams sometimes.

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