He is a college astronomer, almost
forty-years old. You, his boyfriend, have just reached
the age of nineteen. Both of you had waited
patiently to comply with hicks' laws from the
state legislature.
Old prudes'---haters'---prejudices have never
altered the Love shared here. He is home from work;
you are home from the day's classes. Just inside
the door, two pairs of shoes have been eagerly
removed for the night.
Sprawled on the spacious couch, facing each other
(his white shirt and dress slacks; your mesh tee and jeans),
four feet, sheathed in dark socks with green stripes circling
the toes, embrace and caress each other in
this preface to Love.
Intimacy will be almost naked---socks
stay on---nuances upon that nakedness.
No inhibitions will intrude (having been
gone a long time). You both agree: Love is worth
that long five years' wait.
J-Called