Their suits---corporate stooges' uniforms---just
temporarily obstruct naked pleasure.
All garments, except their socks, fall to the floor.
By stars' light, male to male desire cancels their
age difference.
J*Called
Author's Notes/Comments:
During my first corporate employment, this happened in one of the company's local branches. I was too fearful of homophobia to communicate with the lovers. Chris K---, a senior assistant manager whose given nature was like mine, never realized the effect of his beauty when, after closing, he took his shoes off; and I was then too much of a coward to tell him. These poems are a monument to all the missed opportunities for Love.