A Month of Poetry: Two

by thereisnosurvivorsguide

Gay Bar Villanelle 

 

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.”

This is what I say,

but we have met here before. 

 

At first, I don’t recognize your disguise- 

you are unfamiliar, new today:

Hello, it’s nice to meet you.

 

Outside we hide behind shameful lies,

terrified of the label gay-

but we have met here before.

 

I know you. I see it in your eyes,

in the way your hips sway-

Hello, it’s nice to meet you.

 

Still on the dance floor my hands move to your thighs-

a stranger is watching, so you push me away-

but we have met here before.

 

Outside it is over, I sigh.

The rearview mirror reflects my dismay.

Hello, it’s nice to meet you,

but we, too, have met here before.

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