against moonlighted window glass.
I love you, he sighed along
my skin. And I love you,
desert wind blown into my hair.
And when we were finished,
we drew into each other’s
arms, warmed within our harbor.
Something happened in
the night, happened as we
dreamed. Something unexpected.
For on awakening, blinking into
the murky dawning, needful love
had transformed into blissful love.
MAYBE IT HAD SOMETHING TO DO
With sleeping under the Christmas
star. Yeah, I know it’s actually a planet
or something. And I know if it were
really the Christmas star, it would
be shining tonight. But whatever it is,
this morning it looked like a platinum-
set diamond in the lightening sky.
I burrowed into Kyle’s body heat,
ignoring the quite randy smell.
“If you believe in wishing on stars,
you’ll never get a better chance,” I said.
“That one belongs to Christmas.”
I have to believe in wishes, or
I wouldn’t be here with you. Right?
Then he laughed. Even if you don’t
exactly smell like roses. Phew!