Where it was warm enough to stick your piggy toes in the sand and enjoy God’s beautiful creation.
And gawk at the lucky little beach houses in a lovely rainbow of colors.
But mostly, I enjoyed the company . . .
Because, you see, I have these two boyfriends.
And it is true love.
And I dare say that the love is mutual.
And deep. And everlasting.
To my dearest A and B:
I carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
I am never without it. (Anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling.)
. . .
And it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
. . .
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart: I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)