Dream of the Blue Mantas

They looked like Manta Rays from the Sea,
But they were on dry land
Using their wings as pseudo-feet
But graceful in their floppy walking
Toward the cenoté where there was water,
We followed along after them
Hoping to talk to them but they had hidden
Beneath the rocks
When we got there.

We stood there at the edge of the cenoté
I wanted to kiss you but you were reluctant
Then finally you turned facing me,
“What about the Mantas?” you wanted to know,
“They are here and they are safe,” I said,
You had to pull up your bikini to keep it from falling down,
You pulled me closer
“Let’s jump in with them,” your eyes on fire.

The Manta floated gracefully in the blue water,
Your face is a blue crystal
As we follow them down.