Rio

This place. This place is unbelievable.
Sun, always. Locals further darkened by its daily sweep.
Nectar of every exotic fruit imaginable on tap. Acai is the new king of my heart.
Enormous chunks of rock and tree jut out from the earth like teeth
Slum encampments and a statue of Christ - the only plaque strong enough to build a home
The spine of the city, two beach strips each 3 miles long, bent to accommodate its growing gut
A lagoon, like icing on a diamond, plopped dead center between sea and hill
Gaping tourists make their rounds, Scowling locals meet their gaze
Birds, winged objects of envy, freely soar for a view that costs others thousands
Waves lapping, longing for a more permanent stay on the dusty golden shore
Emerald waters smile at the heavens, keenly aware of their appeal
Lovebirds kissing, spouting nothings, whispering somethings
An open pack of skittles left on the hillside They taste the rainbow but it leaves a bitter feeling. But, in the end, they have the best view.
History, culture and business wrapped into one scenic package
Please be done hosting games for awhile
Because it's my turn to play with you.