For Matthew Shepard (It’s about time.....)
Bob Rashkow
in a wee-hour dream
You are the only guy
you’re sitting there
with your back to me
listening to It’s A Sin by the Pet Shop Boys
when I come in the door
walk quietly toward the farther end of the bar
and take a seat
where I will be perfectly content
to nurse a vodka and OJ
and gaze at your beautiful face
your perfect blend of dirty grey sneakers
and cool blue cut-offs
your man’s taut, wiry body
and will myself into your
peaceful, warm, unguarded, blue eyes.
