Spring, & the queer poets
are back in town
& publishing poems for one another
once again. Private correspondence
was never their preferred medium. They talk
of the Caribbean or Indian Ocean beaches
they escaped the Winter to,
of the young men they met there.
How splendid they were
anointed with lotion,
how splendid they are
embellished with fin de siecle imagery.
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