Tall. Muscular. Fair skin. Short cropped red hair.

He had freckles that formed a spiral on his face.

I quietly held his hand at a party once. He pulled me into a shadow and kissed my neck and left me breathless.

Breathless.

I walked into his funeral and found out that his family had cremated him. I was so angry about that because I remembered that he had such a beautiful body.

”Like a Greek god,” I told my friend.

I used to trace that body with my fingertips as he fell asleep in my arms.

Decades later, I still do.