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As dusk that sultry Friday night in August, began to

release the Eastern horizon to the arrayed stars

I was, as usual, amazed by the palette of beauty that

adorned the cloudless, and moonless sky above us.  We

met surreptitiously in this well-trimmed backyard my

absent and ferociously homophobic parents owned.

I wanted to lay the emerging stars at your slender

feet, bare beneath your bell-bottoms' frayed cuffs---

your suede boots and dark socks cast aside.  I

wanted to kiss your torso, especially the circlets of

pleasure, and said so, a little nervously.  But you

pulled off your mesh tee at once and offered your

uncovered flesh---along with your lips and tongue,

neck and shoulders, and toes and soles to the

satisfaction of my adolescent desire for you.

Starward