Her Wedding Night

On the night she gave herself, a misty rain spit from clouds over their newlywed cabin. The windows glistened wet.

Inside, the young piano player who had saved herself as a gift let her terrycloth robe fall away.

A young man filled with hormones didn’t understand the gift but knelt before her licking at the blonde hairs that guarded her life’s portal. She looked down at the dewy sheen and smiled.

When he felt the heat of her fingers run through his hair, he knew the weight of her gift and cried, pressing his face into her as she stood pure and holy like a saint dropped from heaven.

Later, her ivory hands curled around him with warm affection. Deep into that same night, her disciplined fingers guided him into the center of her gift with the same precision they’d shown when making music as a child.