Theory of Beauty #1 (Adrian)
Hands behind his head and broad back to the bed,
you he said make me feel strong, only to correct
himself graciously, pardon me: stronger.
I have examined creatures up close and from far away.
Some are made of brick and others of gold; I look at him
and imagine how the ancient civilizations invented god.
Temples were made by slaves like me. Greater women
have knelt to smaller altars for weaker desires. Temples
are made by slaves like me, in the service what they know
is not religion but unassailable truth. Blessed be my rock,
wrote the prophet, exalted be my God. The bigger the belief,
the stronger the foundation, the longer may it live.
There are building blocks to your age-old beauty.
It comes in bulk. Baptize me.