Writing Greg

Big this comprehensive deserves a sonnet.
A poem bound by formal rules, clean as he in its symmetry,
Pentameter, syllabics, a prescribed rhyme scheme:
A Shakespearean model, fleshed with him, crafted by me
Might speak to him truly, may impart him fairly.

His skin imposed this discipline on the muse who rules me.
His eyes, his "swol," his message, his life:
His portrait?s caption is "Vitality."
If one aspect alone of a man ever drew me
Through and even away from myself, to him,

An aspect apart from sex, humor, pithy conversations,
Abstracted in language, a mantric prophecy
Certain to be fulfilled, an aspect
Historically proven, undeniable as he is himself,
That aspect glows through his luscious muscled skin,

From which power pulses, beats from the heart of a god.
Rippling like a boulder skipping through a pond, his energy
Charges me full with want. His skin is a talisman that
Exemplifies the lure of a man who eradicates walls with his will,
Whose spirit has seduced my own, such that vital is defined by his name.

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