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The Cold Ashes of Love

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On Gay Pride Day I happened by Chance past the Ramrod Tavern on Boylston Street . A mock-phallic Ballistic missile: a float from the spent parade, was just outside the bar. It jutted happily skyward, mocking all machismo cultural constructions with boyant joy. On the hot summer night, from within the forbidding bowels of the dark bar, barely clad strumpets vampishly issued onto the street. Disconcerted, I only wanted to slink homeward. Then I walked a bit further just past the Dominoes Pizza and-- with fresh inspirational material--sat down with the office supplies IÂ’d just come to the area to purchase, and wrote:


THE COLD ASHES OF LOVE


Closeted today
Day of Pride
drooping by the Dominoes


young delivery men
Spring greenly
spilling gladly
on the sidewalk


Furtive
glance
vigorous boys
laughter swelling
the block

Paranoid I tense
sympatico;
deeper
joyÂ’s
neverwhen


instead only ashes;
fear
evocations of omnipressive
love



Past

manifold
promise of
ecstacy


tantalizing
heavy weighted fruit

panged me



sweet breath
hot
on my ear


Youth
Wild Sensuous
near;


desirous

boys like

you


such impossible
restraint
wanting
to gush



Despicable

we knew
Yes we knew all
it was hateable



our springÂ’s
bleak dew



desolate
The Maelstrom
swirls


the surface
flash frozen;
corpse cold



decades gone
below
the ice


life
won't


still
timid;
obscured


desire
hums



Dominoes
boys
torrents
yet unknown;



palpable shame
Vacant Delight


oceanÂ’s ersatz
vacant roar
forlorn


within a
lifeless
shell
moans


congealed
Morass
beached on
a solitary
shore



fervently battered
desolate
clandestine
flotsam




will no longer
suffice
nevermore


Postscript: A few weeks later I went to the Franklin Park Zoo with Deni and Steve. They introduced me to their friend Ruby. He and I are together often since.