YolloMetztli

There,

in that space between my shoulders

where the circular circumference

of my Moon symbol vibrates,

There,

my skin searches for your warmth,

waits for your chest against my back,

There your heart beats,

pulled by the magnetism of

my Moon.

Here,

we become YolloMetztli,

Heart Moon.

Dreaming,

breath receding,

swaying,

becoming waves

that fluctuate.

Here,

in the space between

my shoulders and your chest,

we rest,

sacred and silent.

Prayers rising,

without needing to Spoken.

Mucho Amor y Paz,

Iztac Metztli.