On that great day, when you and I first met

I noticed first your beautiful blue eyes

Their sadness, and how they were slightly wet

I knew it then that you’d cause my demise

Your chiseled features, smooth and manly face

Made me conclude that you’re an Adonis

And to my room retreatèd, forced to pace

As not to think of how I want to kiss

Your full and sensuous lips, soft and strong

Your mighty hands like those of gods on me

Do hold me close, I don’t believe it’s wrong

My head against your chest, we could be free

And how I wish our souls could once unite

This world, how dark it is, too little light

—Daniel Jeremy Perz,

     OCTOBER 31, 1999