This Was the Species that Was

Of auld, Rich Samson's small, almost straight brain
could not conceive a past in which we two
gay siblings could our randy selves restrain
from rogering each other. Yes, it's true
that we explored our bodies to the point
of my kissing your ass, though you refused
reciprocation. (Now, reverse anoint-
ing I decline.) I never was enthused
about your face or form; but let me say
with shying, consanguineous modesty,
that you, mon frère, shine like the light of day
on undeserving, rank humanity:
You were and are quite beautiful; and I,
your homely brother, still cannot but sigh.