You helped me become Starwatcher: my c.b. handle or name,
to replace "Fairy Jerry" which, for years, had attached to my shame.
In those days, you knew exactly what I dared need:
to bring you (naked with just socks on) to e'lations
that, in pleasureful surges, release your sweetseed---
released without imposed prudery's hesitations;
a warm spray, glistening, your core's confection; and, without numeration's
precision, countless tadpole galaxies gather to constellations.
Januarian