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Even when we were otherwise naked,

and the stars had emerged and we needed

so very much to make love, Tadzio

wanted to keep our sheer socks on.  We

had already dined, and were dinner-dressed

(although without the pruderies that lurked

in that hotel).  We abandoned our shoes

under the table where the low hang of

the table cloth hid them from view.  The cuffs

of our baggy evening trousers almost

concealed our unshod, sock-sheathed feet, and the

finely pulverized sand of Venice's

beach was ready for our footsteps.  We walked

a long time---same as in the afternoons,

barefoot---hand in hand; pausing time to time

to kiss, slowly and very wet.  Then,

two soft bends in the terrain provided

a covert safe from the judgmental stares

of those who did not wish us well to love

each other with utmost intimacy. 

There. we when we were disrobing and

the summer stars emerged and we needed

so very much to make love, Tadzio

preferred that we should keep our sheer socks on.

Starward-Led