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Passing Judgement

by David R Spellman

"I think he’s gay,"
she said quite coolly,
a wry smile pursed
across her ruby-toned lips.
 
"Why’s that?" he asked,
a feigned concern hardly
masking the derision and delight
at finding an accused subject
absent of defense.
 
"He once lay with me
and did nothing though
once caressed my breasts;
when I yawned he drew back
asking if I was bored."
 
"And did you entice him further?"
he queried, shifting his weight
with an obvious excited unease.
 
"No. I just lay there
caring not whether he was
excited or not; though it
was obvious he was."
 
"What do you think?"
she directed toward me,
left wondering what this
conversation might reveal.
 
"Yeah, what do you think?"
hoping for a partner in his
deluded fantasy or wanton
pursuit of persecution.
 
"I think I should not judge,"
I replied, knowing
an unwilling partner
cutting short
the play at hand.
 

07/20/2006

Posted on 07/21/2006
Copyright © 2024 David R Spellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/21/06 at 03:57 AM

I like that you will not play that game. Too many do - so sad to look on someone and decide. A poem well worth reading.

Posted by Jacki M Butler on 09/19/06 at 05:15 AM

Ha ha this was excellent, I know many a person quick to pass judgment....and its most often so far from correct

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