[for J. M. and G. R.]
Such beauty is his: who would not be fond
of him? Eyes limpid blue, like a pool or pond;
shoulder-length hair as yellow as minted gold;
his frame agile, athletic and slender;
wanting homogenic love, refined and tender
(despite old prudes and their horrific hatred;
at which he, with a coy smile, has just sneered,
saying they are not men enough to be feared:
wise at his young age, just fifteen years old).
He was, of course, quite fluent in Koine (Greek)---
to read, comprehend, and eloquently speak.
The poetry we enjoyed lightened our days,
as bright and warm as sheer heliacal rays,
like the Love we shared and considered sacred.
J-Called