@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; To A Young Model In The Summer Of 1981

Surreptitiously purchased, that buoyant magazine

(remember the bookstore cashier's self-righteous scowl)

brought to me a photographic glimpse of your elation

and the shutter's split second capture of the release

of your profuse, core-confected, glistening sweetness.

Local prudes and haters might have considered this obscene.

But it brought me to a moment of real completeness;

your slender, very naked, beauty was cause for celebration,

that neither prudery nor prejudice could befoul.

Each of those pages' corners bore a definite dog-eared crease.



J-Called

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