Halls of the Dark Muse

Summer Lover

He was a beautiful boy
pale against red tile
with alabaster skin
retreating from the sun

He was the kind of boy
you wanted to reach out
and touch, be damned
of the consequences

Elfin looks played
between innocence and
mischief, perhaps a hint
of malice in green eyes

Lips which must have been
kissed, cool within the shade
captivated by feline repose
reclining effortlessly

Standing in his shadow
with him there could be
no tomorrow, but he must
be loved as he is, always
in freedom.