For My Gay Friend Who Says He Missed Me Poem by RIC BASTASA

For My Gay Friend Who Says He Missed Me



he pretended
he was good and smooth and not so easy

on that crowded street somewhere in
Malate

in sabah sodomy is
a crime

a talk a walk some shapes of affection
a little coddling

nothing about something safe
like a condom

that is out of the question
something is chilly

like the weather that night
with some drizzles

which moves like a small ship of
fizzles

exclude sex, recalling youth is so much fun
beautiful bodies in history

memories that sing like the rain
dimly lighted cafes and soft conversations

and then the salted goodbye
and soon to find

perhaps for another twenty years
sweet scented and bitter spoken

hello.....

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