Antinous for Everybody

I worship a dead gay teenager and you can too

POEM: The horns of a young bull

Antinous is the moon tonight.
He is an eager crescent, sharp and bright,
reaching for the sleeping bulk of Selene,
his bride, curled beneath her dark blanket.
He is a bull with horns ready to challenge
the dark. He will toss the stars over
his shoulders, he will gather them up
like fruitfall, he will scatter the dew
of his semen on the sleeping earth.
Antinous is awake. His breath forms
oracular clouds in the crisp night air.
He strides across the heavens
sinuous as a panther, shaking his head
crowned with gleaming dark curls,
leading lovers home, and so
he climbs into bed when his work
is done, laughing softly to himself.

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2 thoughts on “POEM: The horns of a young bull

  1. M.A. Rivera on said:

    I really like this. Gave me a very distinct impression of Antinous which actually doesn’t happen all that often (mostly/especially with divinities I’m not familiar with in an experiential context). Blessings.


  2. Hmm! Nice! I was not thinking these exact thoughts on the 16th, but I certainly thought of Him when I looked up into the sky that night on the way back from the first day of the WPR.


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