What need have we of straight pleasure houses or boisterous bars?
We have this summer Friday night beneath the sky full of stars.
Across many light years and millions of miles, the starlight flows
toward us. You, almost naked, clad (only) in sheer tan pantyhose,
you flaunt your Beauty---legs and feet, bare torso, and gorgeous face.
Beyond imposed homophobic prejudice (society's)
And you make this small backyard the center of all cosmic space,
and the love you inspire vivifies my realities.
Januarian