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Not one of my better poems today, but I enjoyed writing it after a lively chat with a young man on the London Underground. 😉
We made an unlikely pair, two masked men, one in the first flush of a Here-and-Now still full of possibilities, and yours truly in the latter years of a Here-Today-Gone-Tomorrow.😀
We had once worked together when he was mostly stuck in the proverbial closet and he was keen to relate his experience of having come out of it...😁
Sadly, my prostate cancer means I have been virtually asexual for some years now, but a guy can dream, can’t he, even at 75+...? 😊
Although most world religions love to impose guilt on LGBT folks for our being 'sinners', how can love be a sin, especially since they also insist that God is love...? As for enjoying sex, with or without love... well, that's just human. People can make what 'moral judgements' they like, but what gives any of us the right to do that?
No one should be made to consider themselves less than human, whatever their sexual persuasion; if their religion is an integral part of who they are, nor should they be made to feel any God of Love would exclude them from it...whatever anyone else might say.
I can almost hear people snort, "Oh, and what does he know... but what do any of us really know? Such is the heart of whatever it is we believe in; it bypasses beyond all knowledge.
As I have put to blog readers before... if those of us who feel unable to subscribe to any world religion, for whatever reason, can respect those who do, why can't we all simply agree to differ instead of taking offence?
Dark
blue suit, white shirt,
red
tie, glossy black shoes, a hint
of
yellow socks, perfectly groomed hair,
a
slick, city guy for sure
He
was chatty with everyone
in
the bar, if going easy on the drinking,
“He’s
into mind games.” a sixth sense said
as
we had sex in my head
I
looked away and got chatting
to
a barman while he expertly pulled me
another
beer, the stranger all but forgotten,
fantasy
kept well hidden
Gazing
absently into my beer,
till
someone’s bending my ear, looked up
to
see a pair of smiling eyes, coloured green,
looking
directly into mine
“You’re
a quiet one,” he said,
a
twinkle in each eye and lips relaxing
into
a cheeky grin, “I’m only passing through,
and
I really fancy you...”
I
laughed and flung arms wide,
“Why
me, when you can have your pick
of
anyone here?” His turn to ask with a grin,
“Is
that a ‘no’ then...?”
“Why
me?” I asked again, playing,
for
time, head acting out the same fantasy,
brain’s
traffic lights on amber, body in a sweat,
my
first time out...
He
told me his name, I told him mine,
and
we made small talk over another beer
until
he asked if I lived nearby and would I be ok
with
making his day...
“I’ve
not done this before,” I blurted,
expecting
a roar of laughter, but he just shrugged,
leaned
forward and whispered, “Frankly, me neither,
so,
let’s be good to each other...”
We
were more than good to each other
the
night he stayed over, and I’d wake next to others
in
due course, never (quite) as in love, though, it’s true
as
now when I wake next to you
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2021
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