we made love

awakened by my husband nuzzling my neck whispering the sprinkler is on in the moonlight soaker hoses arranged in a circle on the lawn into the cold spray he stepped put me down in slick wet grass removed my gown and licked water from my body as though dying of thirst and in that ring of fountain mist we made love while the characters of the constellations watched and wished they were us © tlp 2010