I fell in love in Nicaragua

Not once

But over and over again. 

It was a smile and a gaze

A subtle touch like the evening breeze

The brevity of the affair and

The humidity stenched with the ripe scent of mangos 

Like sex coated with lust 

Under the cool rain drops 

Of a hundred lovers slapping the skin of two bongos

Kissing and laughing in the night. 

I fell in love with Nicaragua 

Not once 

But over and over again 

It was the language of the people

Not what was said, but felt

Each finding a place to go to

Where the howler monkeys called you name out at night

And the frogs squealed with delight 

As the thunder shook the earth

And rattled your heart.

The meaning threaded between the laughter and silence and the exchange of words brief because everyone spoke a different language. 

The language of jealousy left somewhere the mosquitos didn’t buzz and the butterfly didn’t whisper soothingly over your face and arms 

causing your hairs to rise waiting for their touch 

Yet knowing you might see heaven in that same moment after.  

I fell I love in Nicaragua

Not once

But over and over again

And I wrote it In the sand 

Let the wind sweep it away into the sea

And kept repeating myself

Because that one moment lives in my heart not once 

But over and over again

Until I return to the green land that feels like the embrace of a mother

And the warmth of her womb 

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