A Secret Meeting
by Asta Idonea
“Are you sure no one followed?”
“No one followed.”
“And no one saw you leave?”
“Hush. We are safe. We are alone.”
He silenced him with a kiss and drew him down onto the bed. Their limbs entwined. Their breaths were taken as one. He ran his hands over soft feathers, glorying in the way they fluttered through his fingers.
Afterwards, they lay there awhile in each others' arms, until he stirred and rose.
“We have to go before we’re missed.”
“I wish we could stay.”
“I know. Maybe one day.”
They left—one to heaven, the other back below.