Lovers for Achilles

Death of Patroclus

Boys with faces like
calm puddles
begging to be
messied up

stirred
aroused

deliver themselves
to his doorstep

messy hair
morning mouth

He welcomes them in
entertains their curiosity
with dry well
the empty wealth
of his years

Lovers for Achilles

He eats them
like fruit cake

Lovers for Achilles

He collects them
like flies

Lovers for Achilles
(are always good-byes)





K. M. Gantuangco