Love has penetrated my heart with its flame, 

And is ever rekindled with new warmth. 

Neither sea nor land, hills nor forest, nor even the Alps 

Can stand in its way or hinder it 

From always licking at your inmost parts, good father, 

Or from bathing your heart, my beloved, with tears. 

Sweet love, why do you inspire bitter tears 



Alcuin (c. 735–804) to Arno of Salzburg

Photography: Konstantin Zhukov (@hashtagzhukov)

Model: Victor Manuel Perez Morales (@nietodedolo)


Poetry Source: Norton, R. (1998) ‘My Dear Boy: Gay Love Letters through the Centuries’, Gay History & Literature