Moonlit Dalliance

“I love you.” A whispered confession.

“What? You don’t know me.” I looked over at him, just a dark shape walking down the wooded path next to me. Tonight, the moon’s face peeped out only long enough to dapple the most obtrusive of leaves before demurely retreating behind her tattered veils.

“I think I fell in love with you just now,” he replied. “I’m in love with the spaces between your words, the sound of your shoes on gravel, the hesitation in your voice… and I love the way our strides match, the way you push aside the branches for me, the smell of the night air on your skin.”

“Hm.” I smiled, shaking my head, and I found I wasn’t put off by his proclamations, odd as they were. “What about here?”

As he stared off to the side, his silhouette was limned in passing by the bashful moon. “Are we far enough from the road?”

“I believe so.”

We left the path, finding a space between the trees, and for a few breaths neither of us moved. Then, he stepped closer, dropping to his knees in the cushion of fallen leaves. With nimble fingers he unbuttoned my trousers and I reached out to cup the back of his neck. This would be delicious—I could already feel it.

After placing a lingering kiss on my swollen crown, hand clasped tight around my root, he looked up at me. At that moment, the moon decided to shed her modesty and stepped out naked into the night, bathing the young man’s face in silver. There were tears in his eyes.

“Tell me you love me,” he whispered, breath feathering my sensitive skin.

Such foolishness… This is not what I was paying for. However, as a tear broke free and slid down his face, I felt something give inside of me.

“I love you,” I murmured, thumbing the wetness from his cheek with a gentle smile. And, at that moment, for just an instant, I believed my words with all my heart.

Orbiting Again

The worst nights are the best nights.

Nights where you’re at my side, where we are wicked and roguish, smiles sharing secrets, arm in arm, where it’s you and me against the world.

Nights where the heat of your skin warms me, where we move slow and sweet, your eyes on mine, battered hearts to bruised souls, where the universe dims and fades away.

The best nights are the worst nights.

When I wake, the connection is lost. The lifeline severed. I want to hang my head in my hands and weep until I drown. Without you, the world, in all its savagery, assaults me and the universe laughs because I exist, and you do not.


“Why do you come to me, night after night, if you won’t come near me by day?” he asked, though his smile held no judgment. He motioned for me to enter, and I stood in his small living room trying to find the right words.

“Because I’m weak,” I finally admitted, pulling off my leather jacket and throwing it on the sofa like I did every night.

Frowning, he started to unbutton his shirt, uncovering the expanse of fur and muscle beneath. “But why me, specifically? You have so many others who’d kill to share their beds with you… but you choose mine. Why?”

“You are what I need,” I said, tugging off my boots, then ridding myself of my jeans. My t-shirt joined the pile on the floor.

“That’s not really an answer,” he pointed out.

I shrugged and followed him to the bedroom and we took our customary sides between the crisp grey sheets. With a sigh, I let my body melt against his, the hard angles of my mind becoming blunted as I ran my hand over his chest. “I come here because your mind is quiet,” I decided to say. “Your soul’s… clean.”

“Ah,” he replied after a pause. His hand found the back of my neck and he began to massage it gently. “You need me to calm this chaos in your mind you’re always talking about so you can sleep?”

“Something like that,” I agreed, closing my eyes. “Recharge my batteries…”

“I’m still going to try to get you to stay the morning.” His strong fingers easily found all the little tense points at the back of my skull.

“I wish you wouldn’t. I’m just using you.” I wasn’t being purposefully cruel, just honest. I owed him that much.

He reached over and clicked off the light, turning the vermilion behind my eyelids to a solid, soothing black. “I know,” he murmured. “But that’s all right… I’m happy to be used.”

That’s why I come to you every night.”

And with that I drifted off to sleep, knowing he was there to watch over me, keeping the demons in my thoughts away until dawn called them back to me.