@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Truly'Zarre On The Beach With His BoyFriend, A Photographer [XLIX]

Autumn slightly cooler than summer, you have

put on a bulky black, long-sleeved sweater, down

which your waist-length mass of curls cascades to the

waistband of baggy, slightly distressed cargo

pants, with tattered cuffs;


and, given the militant dislike of shoes

you bear (all of fifteen years now, since you were

in kindergarten), your feet---gliding on the

beach's finely pulverized sand---are sheathed in

gray, semi-sheer socks.


Thus clad on that beach, you pose for your boyfriend's

photographs---fifty depictions of beauty

vivified by male to male Love.  All those who

look at them will agree that you should model

professionally.



Starwardist

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is highly ekphrastic, inspired by a video of the beach session described.  The video proves that Truly'Zarre (his c.b. handle on channel twenty-two) was consummately adept at showing off, or flaunting, his sheer socks.  His collection of sheer socks was very extensive.  His handle was derived from being bullied in high school (due both to his beauty and to his attraction to other males), and being called, in that bullying, "Truly Bizarre."

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