Among the gathered shepherds, Alexis came:
Alexis, slender, lithe, and adolescent;
most always barefoot, and often tumescent,
as now---seeking initiation into
Love's intimacies.
Without least prejudice or inhibition,
the shepherds welcomed him, at last---Corydon
especially. They encircled him---kisses
caresses, and then the sprays of their flowers'
confected sweetness.
Later, privately, Corydon knelt before
Alexis, and kissed him---there and there, and then . . .
there . . . and Alexis' knees nearly buckled as
a profusion of sweetness surged forth from him
to Corydon's taste.
Starward