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I watched you, J-Lore, as you walked from

your sister's house at the top of our street's

slope, southward toward my parents' house, to

begin our customary summer Saturday night.  I

had offered to pick you up in the car; but---

having smashed through the inhibitions that once

separated us from our natures and each other,

you said you wanted to walk, and you wanted me to

watch you walk.  Your shirt was frontally

unbuttoned; the tattered cuffs of your baggy

jeans did not quite conceal your midnight

blue socks (you carried your shoes with one hand).

Your mane of curls was perfectly coiffed; the

StarGaze was already glowing in your eyes, and your

smile---both shy and seductive (a paradox I never

tired of considering).  And I thought---in all of the

vast cosmos, your beauty was right here to bless me; and---

despite the prejudices of old prudes and haters who

tell me otherwise---your love was right here to

sustain and strengthen me, especially for the

consumaton of desire into the intimacy we both wanted. 

Starward