Riding To Antioch
I ride hard for the ridge top and I see
The walls of Orontes girded Antioch
And beyond the sea. A gateway, a fee,
Bars the way but for a moment nonplus.
I must get home, for I journeyed for us.
I endured horrid thirst and pain anew
To cross the vast desert to be with you.
To my heart, you hold the orichalc key.
You are the cause I rush I do not mock.
I ache to see you golden and you me.
I am your Ganymede and Patroclus.
You are my god Zeus and my Achilleus.
I take off my tunic, you yours and shoe,
I am fired by that look you give askew.
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