The horchata was mellow and sweet
full of the afternoons promise
each sip another taste of a land
that was both childhood reverence and present elation
The world beside me was melting
I was firmly hidden amongst the departing shadows
life swayed and mingled and coerced, much like the palm trees dotted amongst the town square I was sat opposite
the breeze brought more heat, more laughter, deeper absolution
She’ll never know his name
he thought
as she glanced back for one more look at his eyes upon her
she’ll never know just what it is he saw in that moment as her imprint touched existence
the grace, the seduction of her poise, the emanating nectar of peace that drew a cauldron of desire
But she took with her, I am certain, a contentment, that their eyes had met at all
Some of the best stories are found in silence
found in the lost moments between words
The intrigue of the unknown, the devilish splendour of the unsaid
the space where imagination runs wild and is set free
so often
it runs between two hearts
Merida, Mexico // 27”03”18