My stepdad's fantasy
Until dawn crept through the curtains.
Until the package arrived.
Until tomorrow became today.
And the fantasy
The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy
Became forever.
Fade out on the snow.
On two new passports lying open on the dresser.
On two gold bands glinting in the wea
k morning light.
On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin:
“The fantasy never has to end.”