Page 89 of Wishing for La Luna

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I walk down the river with her until the water becomes shallow. Then I put her down, and we hold hands until we get to the peninsula. The afternoon is fading into evening, and the sun is setting, making its way to the horizon.

“It’s so warm.” Her smile is brighter than the sun at its highest point.

The guards are following us, and I motion for my phone. Then I take a few selfies of us with my arm around her and then us kissing with the sea as our backdrop.

I point at the moon peeking out, almost blending into the sky.

“That reminds me of the night we first met, when you talked about seeing the two Lunas.”

I chuckle and angle us for another photo. “And now I got my photo with the two of you.”

Her smile is at odds with her downcast eyes. “I wish I had not fallen for her lies. I’m sorry.”

I fling the phone at the guard, and we walk deeper into the water. “Now you’re here, and I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

We hold each other as the afternoon waves crash against us.

No, I’m never letting anything get between us.

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See me

Take me

Make me feel you care

I’m bare

Naked

Exposed to the glare.

The wounds are fresh again—by my choice

Because I put myself out there…again

The pain flares—automatically

The agony is so intense

As I bleed under your stare.

Touch me with your healing hands

Mi Santa

Announce me whole

Mi Angel

Reflect the light so it can reach the dark corners of my heart

Mi Espejo del sol.

Reina de la noche

I bow before you

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