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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Four Unrelated Stanzas About Young, Beautiful Men Making Love [XLIX]
Not just dark blue cloth, or some fitted bedding,
the old sheet feels like a section of clear night
sky---bearing long white streaks (stars' rays, or tails of
meteorites): e'lated sweetstuff of the
boyfriends who sleep there.
The way he looked at you as you looked at him---
long-haired, shirtless and barefoot, clad in baggy
lounging pants---sparked the connection, your soul to
his, soon consummated by your bodies in
intimate pleasures.
January sleet slams the high window late
Friday night. Naked, except for striped socks, the
boyfriends cuddle beneath a sheet, two blankets
and two quilts; wet streaks left from their e'lations---
having come, are gone.
The boyfriends know four socks nuance their naked
beauty. They have lost count of the kisses and
caresses. But at the peaks of pleasure, they
know how many core contractions launch the long
strings of their sweetstuff.
Starward
