Riding To Antioch

I ride hard for the ridge top and I see The walls of Orontes girded Antioch And beyond the sea. A gateway, a fee, Bars the way but for a moment nonplus. I must get home, for I journeyed for us. I endured horrid thirst and pain anew To cross the vast desert to be with you. To my heart, you hold the orichalc key. You are the cause I rush I do not mock. I ache to see you golden and you me. I am your Ganymede and Patroclus. You are my god Zeus and my Achilleus. I take off my tunic, you yours and shoe, I am fired by that look you give askew.