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Lonely? Wintry days seem endless? Well, take heart, you just never know what’s around the next corner or even at the next taxi queue ...
A (GAY) WINTER'S TALE or ANTICIPATING SUMMER
Standing close to me in the queue,
Lonely? Wintry days seem endless? Well, take heart, you just never know what’s around the next corner or even at the next taxi queue ...
A (GAY) WINTER'S TALE or ANTICIPATING SUMMER
Standing close to me in the queue,
buttocks pressing on my groin;
my sex aroused, I could but surf waves
of desire, riding blond highlights
among waves of his long brown hair;
among waves of his long brown hair;
if I’d stuck out my tongue,
it would have brushed the pale neck
gracing a denim shirt collar
like down of an angel’s wing making
moves on my heart’s reawakening
Moving forward in the queue till just
us pair, a lump in my throat hard
and throbbing like an erection (that, too)
as in craters of a full moon I made
frantic love…to you; a taxi pulled up
alongside us, your turn to vanish
into a darker side of town. You casually
asked if I’d care to share, and I could
but nod, anxious to pursue those highlights
in your hair just about anywhere
In the back seat, leg pressing against mine,
we gladly revealed our names - and
more. It was time, we both knew, to stop
playing games, answer a question
in the wing mirror’s eyes as the taxi
pulled up outside your door;
it was now or never. I yielded to temptation,
said ‘yes’ without further hesitation;
if only a one-night stand, I was well hooked,
my place in your bed long since booked
Wintry days (even in summer) all the warmer
for our being together
Copyright R. N. Taber 2007; 2011
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in Accomplices To Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007.]
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