The Cat and the Moon

I raised my knee high over the man's hip, and the layers, layers, layers of white chiffon broke like a wave, and the spindrift of material foamed at his waist. He gave me the gift of a smile and then snapped my leg back until my knee brushed the wood floor, my back bending, my face upturned and shining. I felt the muscle of his arm as I gave him some of my weight. I was the half moon, and he was the cat caressing it.