Through Me
Come to me, Antinous, as a god,
And breathe again in these delicate lungs.
Come to me, Antinous, by music,
And move again in mortal remembrance.
Come to me, Antinous, by sadness,
And shed again these impermanent tears.
Come to me, Antinous, by sunlight,
And romp again the glee of summertimes.
Come to me, Antinous, by silence,
And know again the shudder of oneness.
Come to me, Antinous, by snowflake,
And taste again the crystal ‘pon my tongue.
Come to me, Antinous, by laughter,
And hear again the mating call of joy.
Come to me, Antinous, by fingers,
And gasp again to quiver at men’s touch.
O Antinous!
This flesh of passion’d faith e’er lives for Thee,
That Thou may come to live again through me.
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