I: Faith
I was naked in Zane's arms and it was a still, clear night save for occasional motorcycles, and doors opening and closing in the hall. The bay that encircled the Isla de Tierra Bomba and lapped against the shores before our hotel turned scarlet and calm and let the moon lay its long silver blanket across it. Stars turned on and off, on and off. We were in my suite, high above the city, with a full view of what forever looks like in the dark. We had gone to my room deliberately, and undressing each other had been exciting. He was inside me, my legs wound around him, my hair splashed along the thick pillows, a single beam of sweat wandering down his rogue copper skin, turning around scars, shining. We moved as slowly as the stars blinked: we kept their rhythm, or they kept ours. I
