Useless Dullard

[diceisgod]

My Own Boy, Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it is a marvel that
those rose-leaf lips of yours should have been made no less for
music of song than for madness of kisses. Your slim gilt soul
walks between passion and poetry. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo
loved so madly, was you in Greek days.

Why are you alone in London, and when do you go to
Salisbury? Do go there to cool your hands in the grey twilight of
Gothic things, and come here whenever you like. It is a lovely
place - it only lacks you; but go to Salisbury first.

Always, with undying love, yours,
Oscar