.
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
.
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
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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