Noah, nineteen years old, named for the Patriarch:
your long hair cascades well below your shoulders,
clad in supple, baggy jeans, shirtless and barefoot;
your romantic presence has, so easily, put
into your BoyFriend's soul Love's illuminating spark.
No spiritual void can bring that light to flickers or smolders;
warm and bright it glows, in beauty of Homogeneity.
J-Called