A naked boy slinks into view.
He’s beautiful and winks at you,
and you respond by kissing him.
Because it is desire’s whim,
he’s thewed and sinewed like a pard
and, next to you, feels very hard;
but there’s a giving in that boy
that makes to take a total joy.
But do not take him seriously;
his youth will vanish – as will he
once he finds your kisses pall;
he’s adolescent, after all;
and adolescence is a phase,
an interim of glory-days
to savour like the early Spring
and joys one kisses on the wing.