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Quietly, the stars seem to have drawn nearer,

as the BoyFriends' fingertips begin to make

foreplay:  Ieskela and Yalok---shirtless, barefoot,

clad in baggy trousers---so eager to slake

the needs of their desires; their intimacy,

far from the reach of Lenin's revolution;

his Bolshevik thugs, incompetent to find them

in this covert ensured against intrusion.

The sound of Russia's Marxistic convulsions---

daily disruptions, clashes of great noise---

will never find a way in here to frighten

these young men who are now no longer boys.

Their guards protect them with fiercest devotion,

watching over them with due diligence,

determined that they shall not be returned to

the rage of Lenin's grisly petulance.

J-Called