Long-haired (perhaps naturally chestnut, or
artificially colored metallic blue), shirtless, clad in
baggy jeans or cargo pants, and shoeless---his feet,
sheathed in semi-sheer socks, will be kissed in the early
morning by its scattered dew drops: he will not be
obstructed by societal expectatons or imposed upon by
prudish inhibitions. He will know the stars in
their courses; his gaze will stride along the ecliptic.
He will fully understand his nature, and his need to
love and be loved according to the demands and desires of
that nature. Perhaps he will even read these words of
which I have constructed my poems; perhaps he will
vivify them sufficiently so that they may accompany him, and
communicate to his initiated brethren, especially the
young man whom he does not hesitate to love.
Starward