In our times together, our adolescent bodies' wild attraction
to each other needed no prompt, no choreography: we took off
our shirts and shoes without forethought, seeking warm sunlight
(which is starlight) on our bare torsos (and fading our jeans), and
warm grass pressed gently beneath the soles of our dark blue socks.
No inhibitions interfered, or manifested in hesitation:
we knew well what our souls' nature was, and we embraced it, as we
embraced each other intimately, our open mouths tasting each other.
Then, in that very private grove that we thought of as ours alone,
we examined (for the hundredth time or so) our exclusive collection of
clipped photographs of David Cassidy, gorgeous David Cassidy---barefoot!
Starward-Led