Those beautiful young men (bare feet, long hair,
shirtless, clad in bell-bottom jeans), right there.
They are, very much, in love with each other
(one's parents do not know, one . . . just his mother).
Their love, however, defies their high school's
homophobic and prejudicial rules
against it, written by old prudes and fools.
The whispered epithet, "Homosexual,"
is (though you may not believe) an actual
description of their delicate souls' nature
(regardless of the haters' nomenclature).
Their love---public-facing and privately
expressed in rooms where they, safely, "get naked"---
is humanly perfect, valid, and . . . sacred!
Starward-Led