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.