Passing Through

The things he timidly imagined as a schoolboy are openly revealed to him now. And he walks the streets, stays out all night, gets involved. And as is right (for our kind of art) his blood -fresh and hot offers itself to pleasure. His body is overcome by forbidden erotic ecstasy; and his young limbs give in to it completely. In this way a simple boy becomes something worth our looking at, for a moment he too passes through the exalted World of Poetry, the young sensualist with blood fresh and hot.