Thursday, September 2, 2010

That Saturday night I kissed


There're many times I've reminisced
upon that Saturday night I kissed
that cute off-duty gay Marine
in a disco-throbbing dance club scene.
He told me what he did for work.
(We always ask, a common quirk.)
I'd never kissed a soldier boy.
(In youth, perhaps, a soldier toy.)
I wondered if his buddies knew.
He answered "just a very few,"
a silent clique of gays disguised.
It was only then I realized
the gay Marines' semper fidel-
is: they Do Kiss but they Don't Tell.




placed in Poets United Think Tank #13: a kiss