Mooncalf

I was attentive to his lamentations

concerning those that overlooked him,

the nice guy, amusing,

the friend, not worthy of romance,

and I sat there like a mooncalf,

with him, the vision of my lover,

a tactile spectre,

wanting every part of him.

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