when I fall I'll weep for happiness

"Warlord"

Achilles grieves. A soldier, weeping, seems
No less the hero - still delivers dreams.

No powder running down his face, but tears
In the dust. Not ardour in men's hearts, spears.

Who says Patroclus should have been a farmer
Or poet? Nothing left of him but armour -

Which is apt. Women should be kept as chattels
For bearing sons. Lovers for love and battles.

Men should philosophize and body-build.
They like to see their lovers kill, not killed.

Gregory Woods, May I Say Nothing.

Teseus de Cornwall

    Tu tocas guitarra ao fundo da sala, as costas gregas lembrando a conquista romana da Grã-Bretanha, loiro, penado, olvidante à minha cegasurdamuda atracção, ao fogo que tu, retrato fiel de Dorian Gray, provocas bem no fundo do meu sexo, touro enjaulado, tu tocas guitarra e eu vejo-te as costas, sendo que o flirt foi erradamente instigado e apontado, resta-me a raiva do que não posso ter, a tua pele e a tua idade, rabo liso e protuberante, que foda que eu te dava, rapaz.