I knew a man who,

as a teenager, only liked teenagers.

But as he grew older,

he still only liked teenagers.

When he was about thirty,

he took a lover who was eighteen.

They were very happy…

until the teenager turned twenty.

I knew a man who,

though he had an iron will,

always hoped to find

a lover who would control him.

But when he met

anyone who tried,

he would tell them

to go fuck themselves.

I knew a man who

grew to fear being asked

“How old are you?”

For he knew

the true question

almost always was:

“Are you still human,

or beneath contempt?”

I knew a man who

was blind. Because

he could not see faces

or age, and he had

no mind games to play,

some people pitied him.

But I think he'd be

the perfect lover.

     --Dorien Grey