The Lizard King

Climbing the pyramid of the sun at three am
his long hair sweating up a storm

bones rattled in his shoulders
each stone has a terrible history he said

a rusty iron shirt clung to him
so he ripped it off

in the crumbling Mexican sky
he pulled his girl up to the next stone

her breasts were shining like apples
in the whites of his eyes

and the pyramid swayed
in their trembling hands.