He took dance
as a child, braiding
into his constitution
grace and rhythm.
He turned his back
on Yale for Cincinnati,
where he learned
his trade and found passion
for that most methodical
profession. The sensualist
fantasized: black silk robes.
He pushed forward,
and climbed and came
back and rose, never losing
sight of his love.
He commanded the highest
offices, no one since
has done that. The people
believed he could kiss
them with happiness.
Moreover a glance
speaks volumes:
he knew how to lick
the platter clean.