He likes
Young men with
BIG bulges,
He said so
Over dinner
One night;
Showing us a photo
That had landed
In his phone from
Somewhere.
I don’t have a
BIG bulge and
I’m no longer
Young,
But neither is he.
That’s not
The point though.
I know.
I snatch
Glimpses
Of his bulge,
When I can;
Sitting next to him
At the table,
Or in the car.
Nice.
Being a good
Friend
I’m also invisible,
Which has its
Advantages
When perving.
X-Ray vision would be
Good too,
But less likely.
And so
We go on,
Close in everything;
Age,
History,
Friendship,
But not sex
(Except in my mind).
Which may be
Just as well,
Considering
Where my mind,
Sometimes
Goes.
