[for Swedening. whose soul is in Heaven; whose
shoes are in Connecticut or Sweden; and whose
unshod footsteps are all over my regret for my
cowardice---1977-79]
Past the age when their kisses are mine, or their
exquisite beauty (mostly long-haired) clothed or
naked, their grass-stained bare feet: nothing of them,
mine. But my words can declare their coupling and
intimate pleasures . . .
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Swedening, I should have loved you when the chance presented itself. I was too much of a
coward to defy the inhibitions that had made me ashamed of my own nature and its
needs, and I ignored yours as well. Despite your good humor, and kindness to me, the
need in your eyes was very present, and I was too naive to offer a solution. Just by
living in the same dormitory, you taught me to love semi-sheer socks, as you could
never keep your shoes on.
Starward