Born of Summer
Two women meet by night to make love on the moon.
it's as if you were born of summer with your sun-touched skin and your wide warm smile as if you held a strawberry in your warm mouth, its sweet juices coating your tongue. your hair moves in the breeze like the spear grass that sways in the sand dunes. your brown eyes love dusk when you walk the beach, sandals in hand, bidding your time with the setting sun. then you see her, the girl with the silver hair, who was at the...