Shoeless, shirtless, clad in his dress slacks after
work: he said he could feel my facial stubble
on his soles and toes through the soft fabric of
his sheer socks. Southward (there and there) on my bare
torso---not at all.
Starward-Led
Author's Notes/Comments:
Chris C---, during the first two years I was employed there, 1982 and 1983. After the office closed each night at 5pm, we turned the front lobby lights out and return to the back rooms, knowing the cleaning crew did not come in until after midnight. (We were careful to observe the time, as another couple had been caught en flagrante and were terminated for Homosexual behavior which, in those days, violated the excessively homophobic corporate policy.)
Part of the title was inspired by the titles of some of Constantine Cavafy's poems.
