The moonflower unfurls
in darkness, its fragrance a promise
that things get better.
You give me sunflowers and hope
to have sex. It’s prostitution, I say.
It’s different in marriage.
It’s not about sex you protest
even though it is most of the time.
Blades of grass hold the footprints,
morning glories linger.
Edytta A. Wojnar emigrated from Poland and now lives with her husband and children in northern New Jersey. She has a BA from William Paterson University where she is an MFA candidate. Her poems have appeared in Paterson Literary Review, Narrative Northeast, Edison Literary Review, Shot Glass Journal, Adanna, and other journals. She is the author of chapbooks Stories Her Hands Tell (2013) and Here and There (2014) published by Finishing Line Press.