"We Two Boys Together Clinging"
We two boys together clinging,
One the other never leaving,
Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,
Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,
Arm'd and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving.
No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving,
Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on
the turf or the sea-beach dancing,
Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing,
Fulfilling our foray.
Part I of "A Thing of Beauty" introduces us to Colby and Dale -- two men who share a unique chemistry with each other both on and off camera. Hand in hand, they explore a tropical oasis, joking around on the beach, swimming, laughing, while the Walt Whitman poem, "We Two Boys Together Clinging," perfectly illustrates their friendship and bond over 100 years after it was written. This is paradise, firmly contrasted with the grunge and grime of the loud, dark, and dirty city -- the daily grind.
But it's the passion we see between Dale and Colby -- the unique chemistry the two share as both performers and as men -- that elevates this film to a new territory transcending porn. It's the way they look into each other's eyes, the kisses they share on their cliff-side balcony overlooking the ocean, the way Dale takes Colby's cock in his mouth and the way Colby grips Dale's shoulders as he steadily fucks him that makes us see the true beauty of sex.
There's a certain magnetism to this scene that draws you in to Colby and Dale's paradise. It's the kind of poetry that will resonate with you physically as much as emotionally. By the end of it, you will see these two men not as porn stars but as living, breathing humans just like the rest of us. And by witnessing such intimate lovemaking, you'll learn how important it is to also love yourself.