@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Jaschu And Tadzio Celebrate Their Reconciliation

Fourteen years old, Tadzio and I went into the pine-tree wood

(he was my best friend, and happened to be barefoot that day);

our other clothes soon opened to rather frenzied disarray.

We did not think of this as perverse: just two best friends at play.

At my kiss, the other Tadzio's purple head emerged from its veiny hood.


J-Called

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about characters from Thomas Mann's novela, **Death In Venice** as I would prefer to imagine them.

View j-9thxciv's Full Portfolio