He wore a leather jacket
by the unknown cathedral.
As they walked past, she
looked up at all the spires
and marble women and
he whispered that he
had something naughty to say to her
by the cathedral.
The shocking contradiction
would be grand, he grinned.
So they stepped under the eaves
and he leaned her against
the stained glass window of St. Peter
and told her with a glint in his blue eye
that he wanted to make love to her
across a granite slab of stone
in back of the parsonage.
She smiled and giggled, hiding her
flushed cheeks in the collar
of his leather jacket
under the eaves
by the cathedral.

04/04/2006

Posted on 04/04/2006
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