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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Love Song In An Ancient Key Signature And Tone
"Since you have fallen in love with me, lad, if only
you would do your sweet thing to me."
---A Love Song Of Shu-Suen (Shu-Suen B) 22-23
(trans. unknown)
Love, Who is God, has designed and sustains the Cosmos.
Love, Who is God, has adorned the Cosmos with stars;
with stars and all manner of illuminators. Love, Who is God,
has placed you on this earth---around which, because of
your presence, the whole Cosmos revolves in a grandeur of motion.
The prejudice and rage of prudes and haters forbids and condemns
our love because we are both adolescents---and cannot (they say)
possibly know, yet, the nature of our souls; and because our
bodies our similarly gendered---yours beautiful, mine not so much
(mine not at all, in your presence, around which the Cosmos eagerly turns.
Your long hair is a cascade of softness over the beauty of your nakedness.
Your eyes are full of the Stars'Watch; to them, the Cosmos reveals itself.
Your mouth does not disdain my unworthiness, but offers me the gift of
your many kisses. Our tongues, in a swirl like stars in a cluster,
reveal to each other the unwritten language that traces our love's contours.
Enfold me into the gentle yet firm embrace of your limbs, that
our bodies might resonate to each other, like stars orbiting each other; here
where no inhibitions, obstructions, or hesitations
can ever intrude upon our intimacy again.
My eyes are full of the beauty of your body;
my ears are attuned to the sound of your voice, beyond this world's cacophony.
My nostrils and mouth eagerly receive the fragrance and flavor of you: from
your mouth, your torso (those pectorals), and your two soles and ten toes.
But these are preliminary to the repast of your sweetness.
From that tuft of auburn softness (below which the two ovoid nodes
nestle in their pouch), the veined, cylindrical stem rises to
elevate the lavender bulb which blossoms at the touch of my
fingertips' playful glide upon the seamstring, the undulating
glide up and down the seamstring, until the peaks of pleasure are
revealed to your perception, and the sevenfold surge commences the
anticipated release of your sweetness in glistening and iridescent streaks.
Love, Who is God, has brought us to the penetralia of this love we share;
here, in the intimacy of our bodies, our souls are, thus, privileged to converge.
Starward
