Pride Month, and other Haibun - 15. Arrival at 9:30

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Arrival at 9:30

Haibun

Nothing happened till 12:15 when Etchan wanted to get cigarettes. Instead we found a Tunisian guy who invited us to his birthday party, which was the following day. Also, she started talking to the French guy who was leaving, and who had sat in front and to the left of us. On the right side was some nice looking guy, but endowed with the personality of an ass-aperture. He was with a Japanese guy (at whom he blew smoke in his eyes). I talked to him finally when he sat next to me. His name is Hiko (a nickname) from Kyoto, who sometimes comes to Tokyo for a getaway, and was staying with the asshole. I guess Hiko likes him; if he let his eyes guide his choice, I would agree, but what a vain and worthless soul he has. What a shame for any affection the Japanese boy expends on him.

I don’t want to forget his eyes

the way he held his lover’s hand

his shoeless socks, his shining face

the smile that it became for me.

I don’t want to forget his eyes

or the way he abashed when

I whispered how lovely

To me I think they are.

His hand drew me near

a gentle pull on my thigh,

four hands held together,

sweet looks passed,

and I with concern

saw how sad a moment

two-yet-one can share…

But as it passed, so

might this. Yet,

I don’t want to forget his eyes.

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