PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Adolescent (last week brought his eighteenth birthday),

his adroit skill on the trampoline is renowned in this

vicinity; along with the beauty that distinguishes him---

beauty that gives rise to exquisite fantasies, among

those of us who appreciate him that way as

prejudiced haters and old prudes have put it too often.

Profusion of  auburn curls---his hair style, a

mullet---cascades almost as far as jhis waist

His slender frame and agile limbs---and the dreamy

look of his face (deep gaze and shy smile)---suggest

that he has been formed to arouse and, even, satisfy the

intimate urges that some have called homogenic.

For his performances, he wears only a

silk thong (the fabric's color dependent upon his mood), a

similarly hued garter belt that holds up fawn-gray stockings

perfectly translucent except for the soft opacity

that sheathe his toes---toenails polished metallic blue),

despite the fashion magazines' opinion and disparagement of

reinforced toes.  He has practiced on trampolines since the

age of eight; at the onset of adolescence (and of those

desires for which silly societal inhibitions would cast shame

upon him; as well as for the length of his hair, and his

militant dislike of shirts and shoes), he formed and refined the

choreography that is the centerpiece of each performance.

Often, from massive (and well hidden) stereo speakers, the

Preludes and Nocturnes of Chopin, or the piano sonatas of

Tchaikovsky, accompany him.  His routine seems to be

improvised in the immediate moment, contributing to a

feeling of intimacy with him---and the beauty of his soul,

expressed by the convergence of his appearance and artistry.

J-Called