Suddenly the northern wind rises, harvesting the shadowing evening trees of their shivering yellowish reddish brownish leaves. Darkness shamelessly blows off the last sunrays, aided by galloping black-feathered clouds. Solitary trees lined up on the path in the shadows, watching deep blue boots crackling lightly on an overflowing river of twisted sighing leaves. Darkness sinking fast, and with each stroke, silently rushing to cover the campus buildings, the lonesome trees, even engulfing the circling showering falling leaves.
You stop and look at the puny light peeping out of the coed dorm windows far down the path. You breathe the rising scent of decaying leaves. You hear quick footsteps from behind, move closer to the standing protective trees and turn your head at the approaching shadow cruising by. Two furtive eyes glance at you before the sudden sturdy-built figure swiftly darts by, disappearing through a blackened imaginary tunnel, cloaking the solitary leaf-bleeding trees and you. From the gait and pace, you have no doubt, that was Beloved. You close your eyes.
Yes, handsome Beloved. The first time you saw him in the lecture hall, both of you sitting in the same row, his sight glued to the blackboard concentrated on the lecture in progress or perhaps, as you later discovered, on something that only he could see depicted within his mind. And he turned toward you. Blue eyes, blue sky, blue smile. Striking eyes, handsome smile. Was he smiling at you? His bluest water-lily eyes lingering on you?
And like a bashful wave, returning to the wholeness of the ocean after stroking a sparkling dancing pebble on the shore, his glance swiftly bounced back to the blackboard. And inside you, a bud struck by sunlight suddenly and silently broke asunder, engendering aquamarine turquoise petals, sparks of fire within rising, dancing, ebbing. And a flight of feelings burst out pursuing each other, all over your body, and then lovingly and silently descending, delicately raining down in splendor, before finally landing on your apprehensive heart. Your feelings gazing straight at the sun burning inside, gold beads gleaming with joy.
Yes, it was Beloved. The lecture ended and you saw him standing up, turning around and heading for the exit, swallowed by the noisy pressing ebbing student crowd. Like a cloud of fire, his radiant image tenderly swept inside you, never to be forgotten.
Yes, it was Beloved. In the hush of the night, Beloved’s features whispering, probing your uncensored sensual feeling, inspiring in your mind his image of nakedness evidenced in the figure of his attractive body. Naked marble beauty that arouses the emotion and passion associated with love, sensual love, physical love.
Impressed in your memories the sight of the thrilling experience, the feeling you felt for that unreachable perfect human figure standing before your eyes, and you became lover, lover of that immaculate, breathtaking, eternal male form. A lovely naked body conveying the essence of young virile manhood, beautiful to your eyes in a sensual way.
Unforgettable, forever fixed in your mind, touching deepest physical emotions. And you look at his broad chest, powerful arms, smooth waist, strong thighs, blossoming genitals, magnificent perfect forms created with loving care. Yes, the immortal, timeless, graceful nudity of Michelangelo’s David staring at you at the Accademia di Belle Arti on your first trip to Florence.
The most beautiful and famous work of art, originally shaped by the inner world of Michelangelo’s sensibility and feelings, is now an image carved in your mind, a living figure of your imagination that you carry with you, to be admired and preserved in its sensuality and beauty, to be re-shaped by your own emotions, to be revealed to your own self in all its candor. Now, you merge the sculpture with Beloved’s body, giving the sculpture a fleshy human look, now you have given Michelangelo’s David a new breath of life.