Antinoüs
What must it be to be remembered for
One thing, especially if that is as
The friend of someone famous? What a bore
To be of finest beauty (all that jazz)
But end up just a slur in river mud,
Antinoüs the god, yet only in
The hollow heart of Hadrian? Why stud
For glitzy Elton John but never win
The accolades of critics on your own?
Why write a piece of juvenilia
That makes Michel Montaigne forever moan,
Twittering about eternal philia?
Twinned stars revolve together, ever true.
What matter if the one is bright, one blue?