| Such a flesh as yours |
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Antinous |
Knows of its own nature nothing;
Cares little for the language that
Defines it or
Designs that
In their wisdom
Gave it breath.
To others’ racing pulse
It poses heartless;
To lusting eyes
Is blind;
To longing
Stands oblivious.
And yet,
Such gentle thoughts that swirl in it!
Such genuine smiles that spring to it!
Such generous love that swells from it!
O Antinous!
I behold you and my body |
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Trembles. |
| To capture your eye is |
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A blessing! |
| To be touched by you is |
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A triumph! |
| To caress you makes me |
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Hadrian |
Ruler of the World.
Such a flesh as yours,
Antinous,
Engenders those unexpected |
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Sighs, |
Whose heavers must
Forever after
Be pressed to recall
What it was
To live |
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Contented. |
