Sextember

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQ-06UKthKA

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Back when we were hippie angels,

and too many men resembled Christ,

(the white one with a beard) when we faked

that we were comfortable being naked with

each other – do you recall the nights that

filled that 1969 September in Vermont

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in which you came to me to come with me,

stripped and took my clothes off too, held me

and enlisted me to hold you and to kiss you

while you cried and we decided not to speak

of it, despite how many times the light

went out when you returned another night

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and then another and another, vexed

and tender, coming, going, coming, coming,

rendering the month I adolescently renamed

Sextember the only month before or since

that matters in my life? Do you remember

that bright anguished lie? Neither do I.

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