Kiss the Ring


“His sense of beauty
was a great deal
more than acute”
—Frederick Rolfe

As dainty a sight as I ever did see—
In a drifting boat my young gondolier

On the fetid waters of ancient Venice—
So slender, debonair, not shy at all

He knows me already much too well—
I’m just another Aschenbach to him

Deep green water as green can be—
His green eyes, his white ivory teeth

His thin waist bare and tanned—
I have to get him while I can

A string of runny ruthless pearls—
I marvel at his wondrous skin

Lithe rugged legs & lagoons—
Shuddering blushing boss cupid

A setting sun & golden glare—
Dare I do him again one more time?

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