Someone Special
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Who has to be a special someone when
He knows that he is loved? Perhaps some sun
God loves him. Maybe he knows more than men
Not loved. This much he knows: this one, some One,
Loves, knows, and holds him in love’s arms at night.
He is known and loved and held, lies not alone.
His lover loves him in their bed despite
The cynics and the monk-like ones. A throne
Upholds him in his lover’s ribs. The hair
That grows upon them as they meet and surge
Between their passion sheets crochets this pair
In chainmail strength. Their muscles almost merge.
He feels that he could drive the sun along
Greek skies. The two could sing a warrior’s song.
~ Phillip Whidden
