by Maine Character
One on One
One on one we’d go, stretched over the boards, just inside the boathouse door and foggy cove beyond. One on one, hand on hand, hip on hip till we were done, wrapped up in the mist.
Locker room lectures after each game, avoiding her eyes as we filed into the shower, then meeting outside for that late night ride, down to her aunt’s and the path beyond, curving through the woods.
And so unfolded our secret summer; our touches bound only in candlelight, or moonlight shining on reeds where we lay, whispering not a word.
Wine, bread, bracing swims… love wrapped like the quilt about us, enveloping my twin. Taped ankles loose, sore muscles soothed, and all ending with eyes heavy with sleep, sinking through the midnight breeze that chilled our feet, rafters cracked with stars.
That connection, acceptance, celebration of self… my sister-spirit taught me much. To know I need never look to a boy with wonder again, wonder as to why.