Ray

 The day we walked to the queer bar,

         down the street, 

you saw how the other girls

 looked at the curve of my hips,

     I watched your eyes move. 

I seeing how uncomfortable you seemed 

    asked that be go back home.

Ray, you refused,

  you bought us some drinks and roasted tasty pork, you fed me the fats and told me

 they went into the right places.

When we got home, 

you hugged me closely, 

   let a peck on my left cheek and 

whispered softly into my ears; 

   you said you took me there so I could see

 how privileged you were to have me

 and how I should walk with my shoulders high because I'm still very much wanted. 

                            Ray!