12-31-2023, 11:28 AM
Reading about Bosie
I have been reading about Bosie
and I’m in love with that golden boy
with his slender waist and thin lips rosy,
like an old pederast of The Savoy.
The young lord lives in memory
as a cup bearer of paradise.
In that riotous realm, polyamory
and Uranian love’s a sight for eyes
tired of the sameness of existence -
this shopping for salt and toilet paper,
diapers, pads for incontinence
for after has dulled the dazzling rapier
of wit from entropy and time.
Dear boy, hyacinthus mine.
I have been reading about Bosie
and I’m in love with that golden boy
with his slender waist and thin lips rosy,
like an old pederast of The Savoy.
The young lord lives in memory
as a cup bearer of paradise.
In that riotous realm, polyamory
and Uranian love’s a sight for eyes
tired of the sameness of existence -
this shopping for salt and toilet paper,
diapers, pads for incontinence
for after has dulled the dazzling rapier
of wit from entropy and time.
Dear boy, hyacinthus mine.