In a long-sleeved white shirt (no buttons fastened), tails not tucked into
baggy black dress slacks, and eagerly barefoot in K-Pop beauty,
he walks the beach. Finely ground sands vie to kiss those bare soles and toes.
He thinks about his BoyFriend---their love and naked intimacy.
At dusk, he will add seductive sheer socks to his chosen style.
But no shoes; never (when possible), never the confines of shoes.
The elements of which his flesh consists were ejaculated
into deep space by dying stars; his beauty is their legacy.
His soul, given by God, bears the nature of male to male Love.
Kyakuchuu