Straight, Homosexuals

There were times,
When the thought
Came into my head,
When his was between
My thighs.

It came again,
Other times,
When we were in bed,
Giving each other
Rides.

One day,
I asked him
The question,
That had been messing
With my brain.

“Are we gay,
My soul mate?”
I inquired.
And never 
Saw him again.

August 1, 2000