Shirtless and barefoot since morning, you
have carefully managed and enjoyed your
sun-time: allowing the sultry summer light to
bring up, and smooth over, your seasonal tan
while quietly fading your "skinny" style jeans, also.
Neither old prudes' inhibitions nor haters' prejudices
interfere with your perspectives and intentions.
Now, we are ready for yet another Saturday night: the
drive-in theater will feature yet another, repetitive
horror anthology; and our c.b. is ready to broadcast
your voice to the Cosmos on the J-Waves. To that end,
you have put on your new, purple mesh tee (full well
knowing its effect on me) and a pair of midnight
blue socks ("I am not bringing any shoes," you say, shyly,
knowing the effect on me). I feel like I have loved you
since before the first stars coalesced, but never as much as
during this very moment.
Starward