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The beauty of your feet vivify a plain

pair of white socks beneath the frayed cuffs of your

baggy cargos; and the enlivened socks dance

all over my face, and elsewhere, like Shakespeare's

boy players on stage.

Two young men removed their clothes, except their white

socks, at a meadow's edge.  Then, hand in hand, they 

entered the meadow walking toward a private 

place where---with well soiled socks---they discovered all

Love's intimacies.

Naked in my bed, his thick mane of curls soft

on my pillow, his smile was playful but in

his eyes, relief revealed itself; relief that

he would be loved according to his body's

adolescent needs . . . .

Naked, except for white socks, and tumescent,

he awaits his new boyfriend's arrival; this

is quite a day for him, co-captain of the

varsity football team; his boyfriend---the school's

most disliked bookworm. 

Naked and engorged, he scattered rose petals

all over the floor and the bed.  Then he put

a pair of white socks on---appropriate for

all that beauty---and his boyfriend for whom he

had prepared it all.

J-Called