Hyacinthus and Apollo XIV

Your gleaming limbs beneath the streaming light
Entice all beauty lovers with their shape,
Yet I alone most wondrous of delights
Have known—their tender fingers on my nape;
   Your precious abdomen and milk-white thighs
   That wrap around my circuitous embrace;
   Your feet that bring you when you hear my sighs;
   Your lips on mine, my arms around your waist;
The melting timbre of your singing voice;
The intimacy of your whispering;
With these alone a lover would rejoice.
But more, much more than one could sweetly sing,
   More cherished than the blind could ever see
   Is this my lot, that you have chosen me.