"Every Color of the Rainbow"
Karisten liked boys.
This was okay, because
plenty of people liked boys,
even if most of them
were also boys themselves.
Karisten was a girl.
"Are you sure you don't like girls too?"
asked her best friend Emmalee,
who'd had a girlfriend for two years.
"Nope, just boys," Karisten said,
not for the first time, or the fifteenth.
Her mothers just chuckled and said,
"Don't worry about it, dear. Love comes
in every color of the rainbow.
Have you met any nice boys lately?"
"Maybe ..." Karisten said, blushing,
and everything was all right.
That weekend she asked Davod
if he'd like to walk along the beach with her.
He said yes, and they strolled together
with the slow swish-shush of the ocean
in Gomorrah's heavy gravity, enjoying
the rainbow swath of the sunset, then looking
for the bright spark of her brother-planet Sodom
in the deepening indigo of the evening sky.
"I like boys, just boys," she confided to Davod.
"I like girls, just girls," he whispered back.
They shared a celebratory kiss
as the purpling waves
purled around their ankles,
and that was more than okay.