You're back from Provincetown
or Mykonos
or the Pines
fresh from the sun--
bright orange joy jell--
and another man's arms.
I hate every gay bar you've ever entered,
every gay beach you've ever been.
Not that I wouldn't like to believe
sex simple,
men disposable
and the heart nothing but a quick pump.
It's not so.
Open your mouth, beloved,
and let my bitterness dissolve
in that sweet sea.