Mattie, you know that these erotic dreams' protocol
adamantly refuses the presence of any and all
shoes, and also most strongly, eloquently, asserts
uncompromising discouragagement of wearing shirts.
The background music is Top Forty that softly rocks,
and time cannot impose burdensome calendars and clocks.
Shoeless and shirtless, you wander through the dream a while
Your long,silken hair (middle-part), eyes' deep gaze and playful smile
and candid words of buoyant love (without shame, guilt, guile)
bring beauty into my awkward and stammering adolescence;
and I engorge into eagerly erect tumescence.
Beneath your bell-bottom jeans' frayed cuffs, your dark blue socks
receive the surge of the strings of my glistening sweetness
as the dream achieves its warmly wet, climactic completeness.
J-9thxciv