Cleaving Tadzio

Tadzio yaoi

He tempted me—to come in
His mother—and the maid gone
Back to Rome—for the weekend
I hesitated to respond—impatiently
He brushed—my hand away
And yet—the smell of his clothes
In the soft—Venice darkness
Made me—weak in my knees
His pouty—put-upon smirk
How I wish—he’d smile at me
Showing me—his rotten teeth…

—Yosano Akiko