I went to bed with a woman—
the minister’s wife, on a Salvation Army
retreat. In the cabin, there were only two beds—
two women to each bed and we settled in,
sharing the frayed gold bedspread.
And in the morning I revealed
how she wrapped her legs
around mine, and snuggled closer
to my warmth . . . I smiled
and her brow furrowed. She jerked
away, apologized for offending
me—my body—as her body searched
for heat.
And I wondered if that night, she too
crossed the reverie, legs entwined,
lips and tongues spending the night
in all our soft dreaming.