October 10, 2011

Sayulita (Excerpt)

I think I had always loved her
I remember now
I dreamt a lot then
She often visited
Sometimes quiet and far away
Sometimes in an avocado room with my grandmother
Sometimes catching red butterflies by the lemon tree
We never talked
Never touched
But in each dream
She would stop what she was doing
Slowly lower her arms to her sides
Turn to look at me
Her eyes as big as eggs