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Nor these two either, another couple

from whom you are excluded by their love,

which partakes of the cosmic power of stars---

upon which you are forbidden to look

as well, no matter how much an upward gaze

is coveted by you.  You must content

yourself with friendless drunks and abandoned whores,

and boastful braggarts who acknowledge a need

for no one and strut forth entirely alone.

Only Belial, your improper master,

can offer this existence:  these others

are merely victims for your nightly repasts.

Nor these two, either; who, with no more than

thirty-seven years of life's experience

are as far apart from you as from a tick

clinging to a weed's stem in the meadow

through which they like to walk barefoot together.

Old prudes' judgmental prejudice likes to

follow them around, like you do, and as

impotent as you are to intrude upon

them.  Male to male lovers, legally adult

men, but also still adolescent boys:

they are morsels, delicacies whose flavor

you will never sample, let alone devour.

Each was born very near a river's banks

the Perfume and the Ottawa Rivers:

and so, with this in common, they "met cute"---

slender, agile, and beautiful young men;

who believe their Love is a fellowship

with the constellations that, like these young

appetizers that wholly elude your grasp.

Not even Belial can secure them

for you.  Daylight forbids you to feed at all:

better to rest, dawn to dusk, upon that

unconsecrated soil; and, after rising,

troll through the district of the cheap saloons.

StarSpared