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This blog ran for more than two years with no graphics--and it received about 50 page views. I was advised to add graphics; after seeing the huge public that followed blogs dedicated to homoerotic images, I decided to use that kind. The result was a dramatically increased number of monthly page views, and the number has remained fairly steady. Most of the images were found on the internet; although they are assumed to be in the public domain, they are identified as far as possible. They are exhibited under the Fair Use protections of United States copyright law: their function is simply to attract readers to the poems--I receive no economic benefit from them or from the blog. Nevertheless, they will be removed if they are copyrighted and the owner so desires.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

TO A YOUNG LOVER



You break me—now, remake me.  I am not real
Until you subjugate me, and I feel
Your cock’s hot heart slice through me, now—you flex
Your loins, my back beneath your abs, your pecs,
Burns, sweats, now—Now—the Paradise you plow. 
Abs, loins, thighs, glutesyour muscular thrust completes
My now-fragmented praise. But young John Keats
Expressed it best:  You have menow—in thrall... 
Beauty is youth, youth beauty.  —That is all
We know on earth, and all we need to—Now—  




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