We were friends with much in common
Even our boyhood dreams matched.
We were both to be men of the world --
Conquerors and explorers, accomplished.
But you will never know that in our quest
Of sport and art, and everything else --
While you blustered and cheered our team . . .
While we encultured ourselves in museums . . .
I leered at the bronzed athletic limbs,
conjured steamy trysts with them
and marbled muscular demigods . . . and you.
More's the pity that one drunken night
We had a real moment that neither could recall.
So I returned here, to hiding out in the open.