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An Actor

I know his hands are gentle
I trust his heart is true
I bet his lips are tender--
Tell me what else can I do?

His back is strong and supple
And so--tan and smooth and pale
Bet he feels the camera watching
As his youthfulness goes stale

The blueness in the distance
Like some perfect set-tableau
Sends a breeze down off the mountain
With the promise of a thaw

And when at last I'm close enough
I can see his eyes are clear--
But the effect is cold and distant
As the image disappears

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