Hal G.P. Colebatch: Two Gays

Two Gays

Gay is for me the name

Of two beautiful girls.

One Gay had shoulder-length red hair,

I met her at a students’ party.

She was putting herself through University playing poker. Big eyes, and the longest lashes I’ve ever seen.

She and her girl-friends accepted me,

Made me almost an honorary girl.

We used to joke about politics and I

Was too shy to love her.

Later in cold rainy London

She gave me a hot bath when I needed it.

One Gay had red hair in a pixie-cut

I met her on a launch moored in the bay at Rottnest.

In the sun with sparking green waves

And a golden beach

She was recently divorced.

We both collected shells.

I was less shy by then.

I needed healing and she gave it.

They lived on the same block

But I don’t know if they met.

There is no way

To round this off neatly

Except to thank them.

Hal G.P. Colebatch