To Marcus, My Gay Friend

Would it be bad if I visited and
we took tea in the parlor
without speaking? If we sat
with our separate decades
tucked deep for an hour and
always? If I felt more for you
than I shared and you knew?

And when the time came to go,
if we wouldn’t say good-bye,
if we wouldn’t say until next time,
if I could simply look away not
touching, but wanting, knowing
the hour was not just late, but
impossible.

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