Mars and Venus. Ares and Aphrodite. This is the couple Hollywood dreams of ~ gorgeous, magnetically charming, and madly in love. Everyone wants a piece of them.

The celestial anima and animus are never more openly involved in role reversals than at this Full Moon. She is the light of the sun. He is her reflection. Together they glide deliciously across the heavens, embroiled in a chase so seductive, it is engaged in only by the gods.

This is no ordinary Full Moon. This one is spiked with feminine attraction and masculine desire. Theirs is the sultriest dance in the sky. It is the undeniable pull of blatant, unmanageable lust. They draw each other forward, teasing and grasping, and then pushing away. Can you keep your head in this situation? Can you gird your loins and avoid sacrificing your soul in this tantalizing trek? Is it a dance to the death? Who will be the victor ~ beauty or beast?

Venus approaches. Her suitor prances in full confidence, ready to take the lead. Ahhh, this partner is good. He’s strong, in control, and fearless. The Aries Moon works furiously to tempt his Libra partner into abrazo, the embrace. Will he remain devoted? Will some other jewel divert his eye? Will her beauty fade? 

Both must stand strong, confident, in an isolated bravura. This is the dance of life, of immortality. The music begins. A soft Argentinian guitar tempts them closer. Then, suddenly, It breaks into a flamboyant and provocatively erotic rhythm, fueling their blood. Is that a bead of sweat on his brow? Are her cheeks beginning to flush?

Will there be unbridled rage when the partners withdraw? Or will tango turn to waltz as they slip silently away into a dream? Only Spring will tell, and there’s Winter yet to survive. Don’t think about that tonight. Think about that tomorrow. The hunt is on. The fires are stoked. Dance on, dance on.