All Along the Orla

All along the Orla

crawled over every inch 
of this thin strip 
through the unlit windows 
where people live

faces reveal 
the boredom and terror
of the same civil 
engineering errors

maybe on the bottom 
maybe on the top
under the stars
all along the Orla 

wrap this night
around our thighs
until our desires 
bleed through our minds 

turn this dance
into a commute from 
Ladeira da Barra 
to Pituba

where red lights 
are faint suggestions
and purple skies
receive ovations 

after the third sip
of the shaman’s ayahuasca 
find yourself stretched 
all along the Orla