PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You purchased a newspaper from a box outside the

movie theater; then we obtained our tickets for the

final showing of Star Trek:  The Motion Picture, just

three days prior to our return to the campus for the

winter term.  We found good seats, and you unfolded the

newspaper and spread it across the sticky floor; then

slipped your shoes off, confidant that the ubiquitous

filth would not be able to assail the pristine soles of

your socks (soon to be all over my eager face when we

returned to my parents' home for the night).  We were

amazed by the film (and you were no great admirer of

science fiction of any kind), and by your sophomore and

my senior years being a third complete; and by the

pair of metallic blue thigh-high socks you had found

through random browsing at the local mall; socks that

would bring a distinct warmth (in more than one way) to

our days and nights, which were expected to be chilly

(meteorological records would be broken and reset in the

coming month).  Unlike at my parents' home, we would---

when back on campus---be able to sleep together again,

both of us naked except for whatever pair of thigh-high

socks (of three pair you had acquired) you would wear in

bed, during love, and then the following sweet slumber.

We were naive at that time; we could not anticipate more

than a month ahead in the future---not even to my

graduation, or your subsequent transfer to another school.

We watched the film unfold itself before our sight; and

even you were impressed. Not many others had attended

this showing; and the fragrance of your socks gently

wafted upward to tease my nostrils and cause my mouth to

salivate.  That time was different; the world we

inhabited, to our limited understanding, was different;

we, too, were different, then, than what we later became.  

J-Called