Fair Catch

by Kandi Steiner

him and tugged him closer. It was a ballet now, a moving work of art how we kissed and touched each other between shedding our clothes, never parting for more than the time it took to strip my shirt overhead or kick his sweatpants down to the floor.

And in the deepest part of my soul, I truly felt that was enough, that we could make it,

It was a baptism in a hotel room, and my brother was the preacher.