I do not need to imagine dimensions of infinitized time and space:
this moment I share with you, my Beloved, in this very private place
(safe here, with you, from prudes and haters, and existential crisis).
Jeans-clad, shoeless, shirtless: you press your sock-sheathed feet to my face
so gently. And, this encounter with male to male love suffices---
(beyond the homophobes' prejudices and their obtuse, intrusive devices)---
to establish and constellate our very own cosmology
that I am here privileged to celebrate in my poetry.
Starward-Led