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When I was a young man I’d go cruising
known gay areas for love, knowing full well that all I was ever likely to find was
sex; it was both an exciting and despairing experience.
Sometimes, though, lonely people really do strike
gold …
RITES
AMONG MEN
There was
a time I was in love with love;
every man
I met was the one for me;
each
night I’d gaze at the bright stars above,
wishing
for someone to be there for me
Again and
again, I’d mistake lust for love,
reeling
from foolishness, loss and pain
till one
night, gazing at those stars above,
you came,
stayed, put a hand in mine
Two
lonely men cruising, out for a thrill,
we believed
in that first sad kiss;
your
mouth, arms, body heat in for the kill
found me
baring my heart for sacrifice
Old gods
applauding among stars above,
we
rediscovered ancient rites, made love
Copyright R. N. Taber 2005; 2012
[Note:
This poem has been slightly revised (2012) from the original version as it
appears in 1st eds. of A Feeling For The Quickness Of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005.]
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