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Love between men defying the centuries if not mortality.

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Patroclus


Wound to my wound, my groom
Your foot, a betrothal to pain…
Should I let go of it there in the tub,
The great ice vat where we’ve laid you?
I think not, not yet, forged to your loins
By faith.

The curtain’s sweep is a roman toga,
& your more pronounced nose, your rib’s
Jutting hull, roman as well.
Do not protest, I say to myself, a surveyor
Of these signs: the untimely flesh, the plates
Of bone, the cape of waves in the wake
Of all that melting
Thanks to lime rubbings with alcohol…

Gladiator, savior, enemy, brother, lover of mine-----
We don’t get off that easy since, even at the beginning
There was an arena, Olympics, torches, our sky,
A spearhead. I count the flames still
& wash your spine down, your thin thighs leaning,
Finding my own, & as for that one leg,
Its amputated absence, I bless the warrior’s sacrifice
There, name it brave, sacred even, to keep the blaze
Of my own injury as tenderness raging

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from Whispers of Arias (I), released December 24, 2012

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Stephen Mead Albany, New York

A resident of NY, Stephen Mead is a published outsider artist, writer, maker of short-collage films and sound-collage downloads. If you are at all interested please place his name in any search engine in conjunction with any of the above-mentioned genres for links to his multimedia work and merchandise. To order CDs via VISA or PayPal please visit stephenmeadmusic.weebly.com ... more

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