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.