Not so much Dorian Gray as Velvet Goldmine…
“The curves of your lips rewrite history….” But the curves
of your lips rewrite time and space. The broad Nile hallowed
your body, your death; now your body hallows my desire.
Your lips spoke the words that the gods below honor; Persephone
welcomed you as one of her own. Welcome me, Antinous, when
I stand beneath the cypress trees and speak your name, O beautiful one.
I dream of marrying young men who come virgin and innocent
to my bed, fresh and chaste yet full of passion. I dream of
impossible boys. I dream of eyes that see only me and smiles
that light up the universe. I dream of a lover who is moon
to my sun, night to my day, and only on waking do I realize
all the loves of my dreams are you. Beautiful, just, benevolent,
you welcome me to your court, and I stand silent and abashed
among beautiful boys and voluble men, proud goddesses
and elegant divae, poets, athletes, educators. Of this fate
I can only dream, yet your open hand beckons me.
The curves of your lips rewrite time and space and open a gate
for new gods. The curls of your hair intoxicate like Dionysus’;
the carriage of your shoulders is as pure as Apollo’s. Like Hermes
you swiftly rush and bring speech to the hearers, bear messages
between those parted. The beauty of your buttocks could count
you among the Erotes; the tenderness of your gaze is like
no other’s. No other god has your hold on my heart, beautiful
boy, on my loins, on my breath; your beauty illuminates
beauty, your passion illuminates truth, your vitality burns
in the darkness, and when I turn to you, I know for certain
that this is where my life comes from.