Far from the bad news that circles the globe's
spun girth---delivering great or small shocks;
here in this chapel for the length of one
attentive hour free from your peers' abuse
you listen to the perfect harmonies
from which all trace of sour cacophonies
have been extracted; as one lovely boy's
uplifting, rapturous, and practiced voice
dispels the storms that rage within your soul
sometimes: long-haired, slender and beautiful,
your lover whose name is John Edleston
Beneath his trousers' cuffs and long choir robe's
low hem, his feet (not now confined by shoes)
are sheathed in softness---semi-sheer gray socks.
J-Called