I walked the walk with Narcissus,
effeminate, frail and self-conscious,
he partnered me along promenades
and into the celestial halls
of exotic, psychedelic metropolis.
Sculpted in tight-fitting haute couture,
body line, crotch and buttocks
bulging, reclining and seam,
he was followed by eyes that undressed him,
desired, feared and loathed him.