January 2023

By  A.J. Huffman   

stand as my back’s support  

while the wind helps you raise  

my skirt.  You slide easily  

into my welcoming wetness  

and the night’s air  

caresses my breasts a moment  

before your tongue does.  

For a few moments we move  

united in the wild, thrusting  

lifetimes into seconds  

of exquisite bliss until  

we erupt, flaming as phoenixes,  

finding ourselves  

reborn in our own bodies,  

electrified and resonating  

with the memories of this dance,  

naked under a sky  

absent of stars.