Wearing a Wedding Ring
Somewhere between the Emperor’s age and youth
But closer to Antinous in years,
This scholar is an academic sleuth
(Or wants to be). HIs hair just hides his ears
With curls not quite as lovely as the lad’s
That drove the ageing Hadrian to mourn
For dead divinity. A smooth hand adds
A book of Spanish kings to stack’s hight, scorns
All modern things, except his Vaio screen–
But still he’d never surf to find the beard
That ancient had boy kissed. Too short to preen,
Near facial hair will never be revered.
Indeed, he wears a simple wedding band.
His life will be pedantic, slight, and bland.