Naked Narciso, beautiful, bronzed, and muscular,
takes a forward fold on the outcropped rock
beside the still waters of the untroubled lake,
stretching his lean and youthful form,
with back arched and buttocks high,
dark head curled low, tanned olive limbs elongated.
His ears take in the hum and chirp of bugs and birds,
but with eyes half-closed, he has only felt his beauty,
not yet looked into the pool and seen
what he will love to make himself immortal.
T. Allen Culpepper