Alec Solomita’s fiction has appeared in the Southwest Review, The Mississippi Review, Southword Journal, and The Drum (audio), among other publications. He was shortlisted by the Bridport Prize and Southword Journal. His poetry has appeared in The Ekphrastic Review, Gnashing Teeth Publishing, The Galway Review, Bold + Italic, Litbreak, Subterranean Blue Poetry, The Blue Nib, Red Dirt Forum, and elsewhere.  His chapbook, “Do Not Forsake Me,” was published in 2017 and is still available at Finishing Line Press and Amazon. His first full-length book of poetry was published last April by Kelsay Press. He’s working on another. He lives in Massachusetts.

Spooning

Clouds flew all day
but with evening coming
they shredded and we’re
under the pale sail
of a moony night
not on the beach
not in the woods
but in my family’s broad
suburban yard
just the two of us
resting on soft grass,
spooning, as they
used to say (what
a lovely word)

As the night arrived
our desire grew
on that slope of lawn
and so did our boldness,
you reaching behind
your back to undo
your bra so bare flesh
seemed to grow
in my hands.
And soon you
began your slide
down my chest
as you had once before.
I looked up
as stars began to dot the sky.