Allen wrote a poem based on A Time for Silence. How cool is that!??!?!
the model, Trevor, light-skinned and white blond,
leans forward, nude, arms crossed on a cushion,
neither tense nor completely at ease,
hands curled into fists, but loosely, not clinched.
His left arm, over his right, blocks his mouth,
but despite the partly hidden face
and the total stillness of his pose,
his grey-blue eyes express depth of though
and of emotion, hint at experience
perhaps beyond his years, although it hasn’t
etched yet its tracks into his taut smooth skin.
“I understand exactly what you mean,”
those eyes say to the object of his gaze,
“but I still doubt the sincerity
of your stated intentions, the validity
of the assumptions that you’re making.
You don’t know my story, and I question
whether you’re the one I want to hear it.”
T. Allen Culpepper