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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