An Image In The Looking Glass

This one got away from me, and something weird happened during it.


Ganymede, A Very Brief One

It was his nose, he told me later,
that his lover first noticed,
first found attractive.

He had been at the pool that day,
sunglasses and beach towel in tow.

The weather was breezy and warm,
and the air had the heart of a storm.

The surface dazzled with turquoise gems;
He laid down by the chair.

A hostess--short shorts and laugh lines--
offers him a drink, soft and cool with limes.

In a heartbeat, a moment, a change occurs,
and suddenly ten years are gone.

Twenty more at the blink of an eye;
his face is the same--clean shaven and boyish.

He offers--short tunic and sunlight hair--
ambrosia, mixed heavy with honey.

To his Master, his King, his Lover,
his God.

~Hammeh