Phantom Lovers

Phantom Lovers Rick Folker Seek the meek In bars discreet Where men hold men longing to be complete the disco days the haze, the craze before we ever dreamed there could be a party crasher like AIDS dance, dance, dance abandoned, unbound that heady freedom offering a chance Your soul is weightless Your beauty enhanced You are light When all lights dim For this you were meant Free for the one destined to be 'him' Then that ethereal light recedes Drowned by the dying din Searching the lurid shadows your broken heart pumping within Briefly you held his gaze And were certain, 'it's him' The lights come up The scene now seems so grim Swallow the bitter dregs Of the acrid gin Oh where did he go Where is the he that was meant to be 'him'? Maybe, just maybe you just might see 'him' again Maybe next week in bars discreet where men hold men longing to be complete