Naked after love (he had kept his brown socks
on), we watched the bedsheet slowly absorb the
streaks of his released, core-confected sweetstuff.
I rubbed his feet during refraction; then, we
both engorged again.
StarSpared
Author's Notes/Comments:
* Our June birthdays were separated by nine days; his on the eighth, mine the seventeenth.
We were adolescents when the event in the poem happened. He was the first older male to show me affection; in July, 1971 (when we were thirteen), he introduced me to male to male intimacy (just before dusk on a Monday night; just as, five years later, at about the same time of day---the stars beginning to emerge---I was led to my c.b. handle, Starwatcher). We liked to think, in our naive understanding, that our intimacy was protected by the Romeo & Juliet laws---despite assumed parental disapproval of us.
In hindsight though, we do
In hindsight though, we do realise what happened toward the "crypt scene" and the vials. Not sure what to make of the notion of protection but at that age "our naive understanding" made us invincible and rough-and-ready for anything we put our mind to.
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Thank you very much. Your
Thank you very much. Your interpretation of the poem is "spot on," as they say, and very much appreciated.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]