That Homosexual

reality conjured by mirrors
a staged life trapped in uncontrolled desires
re-enacting past pains to derive pleasures--
love transformed into unsatisfying lust
the desolate loneliness of suppressed emotions
denial learned in sullen solitude

now stuck in a waiting game-
waiting, waiting, begging to be desired
with love forgotten, ignored, unknown

waiting, waiting, no time no time,
must be free to be had and loaded

waiting waiting for that fleeting high
where he feels wanted, if just for a moment ...
only to replay the dance

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