This beautiful day arose somewhere in the Cosmos and arrived here on earth; and
that I, an old and far too garrulous poet, should not raise many questions, I saw
them for whom this day had been designed and prepared since before the
beginning of time: two adolescent boys, who had come to this place on the
eastern bank of Verging Creek, where the channel is narrowest and shallowest (and
also well out of the lines of sight of inhibited old prudes and widowed gossips).
Sunlight glistens on the boys' long hair, which need not fear the barber's sheers.
They have left their shoes, and socks, and shirts behind; clad only in "skinny" style
jeans, and barefoot, they came here to express their love for each other in ardent kisses,
followed by Love's desires expressed in more intimate, and naked, blisses. They
shall not remember me at all, and they may never see this poem nor know that I
have preserved in words, and celebrated, their long-awaited coupling; but they will
always remember this day, in the summer of their fourteenth year (birthdays only
nine days apart) when they initiated each other, as their souls merged, into Love's
most naked intimacies.