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.