Gay For a Day
Gay for a Day
A beautiful young man sat in the bus shelter,
he had brown almond shaped eyes and rosy lips.
His chins like peach, aglow by his youth.
I also noticed had long eyelashes and hands of
a musician. Close together my hand touched his
hand and he didn’t withdraw it. He said he was
going to his aunt’s cottage, she was away and he
had the whole house for himself.
He spoke with a cultured modulated voice and
my poor heart fluttered. I wanted to hold his hand
kiss his eyes and stroke his chin, but dared not.
His bus came he got up we shook hands and that
was the last I saw of him. And thought, I have been
gay for a day and didn’t feel guilty about it.
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