Spring Clean For The May Queen

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She is gorgeous. That’s all she is. I’ve tried to pretend she is an angel. But she has horns and has sorted me out in an elevator. That’s no angel bubbas. That’s something else. I get excited thinking of her. But she doesn’t think of me. Only when there is nothing else to do. That’s when the phone rings. And like a dummy I answer. “Maybe this is the night,” I think. We will continue were we left off. Instead I get left off. Off her radar.

Sure, I get other women. But she’s the one. The one that I want. The one that is wrong but feels right. The one that eats at the soul till there is nothing left to feel. The one that can excite a dead gay man. The one that makes you hate her and love her at the same time. I’ve waited for her for a long time. And I will have to keep waiting, because it’s moment has passed. Two weeks was it’s life span. That’s all it was meant to be. I’m just chasing a memory.