At Night
So, I breathe your chest
the way the Moon breathes
the Sun’s skin, inhaling
one half of the month, exhaling
the rest.
So, I rest upon your breath
the way the Earth rests
in the path of the Moon,
nearly centered.
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Here’s another poem that came from the springboard of the prompt of Grace (Everyday Amazing) on With Real Toads on David Huerta, a Mexican poet. I am probably linking to With Real Toads Tuesday open forum. All rights reserved (as always) in drawing and poem. (Yes, I know it’s not much of an elephant!)
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