Jupiter

“Someday, I’ll wish upon a star
and wake up where the stars are far behind me.”

We danced to the music, in a poised swing
honed under many moons. 

Our feet moved to ’n’ fro, near ’n’ dear.
Our hands touched, grazes at first, then palms. 
She linked her fingers to mine, and I allowed her.

Before the song was over, we were kissing.
Her parents were gone.
We were alone, and no one could stop us.

On the couch,
she was a bundle of strawberry blonde hair and soft flesh.
She locked her lips to mine. 

Her back arched as I moved up past her cocking waist.
Her mouth gasped as I teased her bosom.

Her bosom was the earth, her eyes the stars.
Those half-closed emerald eyes, they drove me crazy.

What did she see as she took her ragged and ecstatic breaths? 
The ceiling, or the night sky past the chimney tops? 

So I wondered as I explored her, seized her, knew her. 
I knew her dearest secrets, but not her sweetest lies.