During this past month I've been lucky enough to enjoy the company of quite a few fabulous young men-some straight, some gay, and some I'm not quite certain. All of them were a delight to experience because of their energy, their passion, intelligence, and stingingly sharp wit (the youngest was 23-I'm a lecher, not a perv)
Now I'm 50, with nearly 16 years invested in a relationship with a man I adore, but DAMN, guys in their 20's are incredibly (and edibly) sexy. They walk like they own the world, musky sexuality dripping off them, radiating even when they're not aware, exuberant in their manliness. They are intoxicating and highly addictive and THEY SMELL SO DAMN GOOD!!!
To steal a phrase from Miss Eudora Welty, "Couldn't you just eat 'em with a spoon?" What I wouldn't give to be 20 years younger-even if just for a few days!
So to all you young guys, when you're at the mall and you catch that old dude glancing at you, rest assured its no accident. He's probably just imagining all the ways he.....well, enough of that.
Thanks, guys, for making the holidays so much brighter!
I close with a piece of poetry from Hafiz-i-Shirazi, a 14th century Sufi poet...
"His mop of hair tangled, sweating, laughing and drunk
Shirt torn, singing poems, flask in hand
His eyes spoiling for a fight, his lips mouthing "Alas!"
Last night at midnight he came and sat by my pillow.
He bent his head to my ear and said sadly,
"O, my ancient lover are you sleeping?"
"The seeker to whom they give such a cup at dawn
is an infidel to love if he does not worship the wine.
O hermit, go and do not quibble with those who drink the dregs.
For, on the eve of creation, this was all they gave to us.
What he poured in our cup, we drank,
Whether the mead of heaven, or the wine of drunkenness.
"The cup's smile and the wine boys knotted curl
have broken many vows of chastity, like that of Hafiz.
(((sigh.......)))