Cupid In Repose
A young man emerges form the woods and meets a friend who is traveling on the road. He speaks: I saw him, my friend, As I was walking through the woods in meditation. As I swam through my head Barely conscious of the passing trees or time I stepped into a sunny clearing The bright sun pulled me Into a brief moment of focus and clarity. He was there, my friend Reclined against a smooth rock Bathed in the sunlight His robes he had pulled off himself And tossed aside, exposing pale, flawless skin Leaving only the smallest fold of them To cover the most delicate part of him. I started, my friend Moving behind a tree Though as not to obstruct my view. As he stared, deep in thought to the side I let my eyes glut themselves his muscles perfectly formed Round and plump, yet taught Looking soft, but to touch likely hard Like the marble that often depicts them. He shifted, friend Delicately, almost imperceptibly Like a gentle breeze. A finger came to his face The manifestation of deep thought His countenance beamed with not only the beauty, But also the fire and passion of youth, Though he is older than we could comprehend. He turned, friend Facing his torso toward me His draped robe almost betraying him. The eyes he fixed upon me Blue as the deep and awesome ocean Froze me, not in fear, but in awe. He was wounded, friend On his shoulder the skin was seared A patch of waving, red flesh lapping at marble shores. Where scalding oil was spilt By a lover treacherously curious. He was beautiful, friend And I embarrassed myself. As he fixed me in his warm gaze Pale skin glowing in the noon sun Muscles rippled through fat-less skin The form of male beauty to which we are all held. I could only see the horrible part of him. My eyes drawn only to the scar. I fled, friend In my humiliation and deserved shame Back through the woods Luckily to you I'll never see the like of his beauty again Not in paint, sculpture, or mortal man, And I couldn't gaze upon it.