i

come home to you

and come home to us

i come home to the movements

we make with the dance of our kisses

our braided sleep

our home inside our skin

waking towards another bed

the one we build with our hands

the one made of us laughing smiling

crying fearing opening up towards

the tree in the middle of our house

where the fruit our children water

will build the gates back home

towards quetzalcoatl

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