¿Qué harás, pobre hombre, cuando al morir
descubras que Dios no es
como algún padrino mafioso,
sino vacío, inmenso
e innumerable como las estrellas
—como estar a solas, solo
y sin rostro.
Homoerotic Poems is principally a gay poetry collection; the poems explore male homosexual love. Knowing that homoerotic poetry can have literary value, I will post my homoerotic poems here. The most sensually erotic are the earliest/oldest of these erotic poems, written for readers of gay erotic poetry. Copyright is asserted. If you are not by law an adult, or if you object to erotic gay love poems or homosexual erotic literature, leave this site.
¿Qué harás, pobre hombre, cuando al morir
descubras que Dios no es
como algún padrino mafioso,
sino vacío, inmenso
e innumerable como las estrellas
—como estar a solas, solo
y sin rostro.
Symphony No. 27 in G, K. 199: Second Movement, Andante
Smiling, three women come into the salon,
Three young women under the high ceiling.
They curtsey together and, turning and circling,
Smoothly they move to invisible music,
While all around them the mute world is sleeping,
Feeling the hush of the late afternoon.
Softly the strings sound—and clarinet and flute,
Two shafts of bright daylight in a shadowy room.
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