[to BlueShift]
Sometimes the conversations on our
c.b., often tuned to twenty-two or twelve,
were more interesting than the film's dialogue, so
we sometimes turned the external speaker down.
But our own silences
(with all of society's silly inhibitions gone)
also punctuated the evening:
these incipient from the unshod
fragrance and flavor of your midnight blue socks
(not entirely concealed beneath the tattered
cuffs of your baggy bell-bottoms), and,
beneath the unbuttoned panels of your
shirt, the warmth and scent of your torso, and the
accelerating beat of your heart, in my ear,
responsive---so exquisitely responsive---to my kisses.
Starward
[*/+/^]