The Ballad of Raphael
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The first time I witnessed gay men in love .
by: Acquah Vicki
Raphael:( A BALLAD )
The name rolled off of his tongue so gaily,
He seemed to be fulfilled by just saying
" RAH PHA EL". Matthew's
wheels were spinning
this was the one who
would save him,from
the wild and crazy life on
South Beach as a waiter.
Blond Blue eyed slim statues
man from New york-
Found the dark and tan
gorgeous Greek
a fantasy and a treasure
that had now become his reality.
Every thought of Raphael would
delight his eyes with pleasure.
He walked on his tip toes almost as
a ballerina when he spoke of Raphael.
Raphael, rich- Handsome and happy.
Matt waited each day,joyfully
to jump into Raphael's
sports car and parade in front
of Coconuts and Mangoes.
As Raphael zoomed up,Matt
was with wings, He took off and
was about to hoover, when the signal
was, "do not come any closer ".
Raphael waved him off.
He soon saw why and
much to Matt's surprise
watched the undercover
unload the Porsche' with
what they had discovered.
I, as Matt's surrogate mother--
witnessed Matt's moon-lit eyes wane-
I shared in his pain. Thinking....
" New yorker's should know better "
Still, I held him as he cried.
He survived to tell the tale.
Off into the distance Matt did stare
as one last time he spoke
the name,"Raphael"
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
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