and we get what we work for

the summer is coming
there will be the usual
the trips to the beach
the occassional trip here or there
the romatic getaways for some
the weekends in fire island, the hamptons, p-town
for others still
the promise of love reborn
it's like a veritable honey moon
so well projected on "brokeback mountain"--
or is it bareback mountain--
i forget nowadays what it is.

then the cold winter days come
and new york no longer holds the promise
it becomes a cold, lonely city of indifference.

the summer is gone, and so is the romance
gone are the naked boys at the beach
who filled the loneliness of lonely days gone by
with the lusting companion of the season
and the lonely heart looks in and out
at the youthful boys and the aging self.

but the beach, always new, is now closed
the hot sunny days now gone
the promise of love closed too for the winter season
the tired evenings, the must-have naps
the waiting, waiting around to be needed again,
the frustration of lonely days as the faithful geisha.

the dark winter awakens the need to be human,
the need to love becomes the imperative
lonely holidays remind you that you're a being of feelings
not just be the dick or the ass of summer days past ...
but fear not, summer will come again ...
and love will be reborn yet again for the season.

alas, the days will come when summer is but a memory
but fear not, the memories of youth are eternal
and they will keep you warm when lust has been lost.
tomorrow is another day ... love can wait one more season.