Three Friends

Three Friends Across the table at TNT Bar, three Sunee guys captured my attention, Which neither nearby friends nor the blast of karaoke could divert. Their stunning youth was illustrated in their handsome faces, trim bodies, Skin that shone with highlights and a sparkle of eye created by the joy of togetherness. They joked and laughed and sang and swayed as one to the music. They were friends but more � so much more. They sat so close as if separation was taboo. Even in wild musical gesticulation, hand and faces and bodies Instinctually sought intimacy with the others. Fingers intertwined, the leg of one hung over the leg of the other, A whisper in the ear meant a cheek to cheek caress and, constantly, Hands explored the hot bodies of his friends. This was not sexual. None of these intimacies were planned or deliberate. There was no thought to the actions. There was no response expected from the other. These were natural movements of obvious endearment. This was gay love as I have never witnessed before. As the party ended, I wanted to weep for my long-passed youth unfulfilled. Weep for a time when feelings between a bed buddy and myself were unexpressed. When such intimacy was secret, feared and ignored. But that was long ago and this was now. Tomorrow, those three gods of the openness of love and close friendship Will still greet me warmly within the walls of Sunee. And I will again be revitalized and renewed.