Some gay people acknowledge their sexuality only to themselves and become accustomed to a closet life, even convincing themselves they
prefer it to all the daunting complications that accompany getting real…until someone come
along to make the damn closet a far less habitable place, and all the
complications of an alternative reality far less daunting …
A DREAM COME TRUE or AN ALTERNATIVE REALITY
An
end-of-tether night
out on
the town, stuck in
the
closet
You were
sitting alone
with a
beer, green eyes
everywhere,
sunlight
in
reddish hair like sparks
from a
winter fire
that lit
a flame in my heart
from the
start
I wanted
to speak
but did
not dare in case
you sent
me packing
with a
flea in my ear - so
I hung
around...
and tried
to pretend
I was
with a friend;
you
glanced my way,
piercing
my heart,
played
with a button
on your
shirt…
I
glimpsed a tawny hair,
a twinkle
in each eye
beckoning
me near
We
chatted awhile,
your erotic
smile arousing
such heat
in me
that you
were a part of me
long
before you finally
invited
me back to yours
for a
coffee…
A
getting-it-right night
in with a
chance, got out
of the
closet
Copyright R. N. Taber 2002, c2011
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears under the tittle 'Burn-out' in my collection First Person Plural, Assembly Book, 2002.]
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears under the tittle 'Burn-out' in my collection First Person Plural, Assembly Book, 2002.]
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