RED PATCH

I saw him at the airport

in the bookstore.

He was naked,

though he held his

red bathing suit over

his right shoulder

like a patch that

would tell us all what

kind of officer he was.

He was stroking his

rather small erection

with his left hand as he stared

at someone or something

behind me & to my left;

he didn't even see me.

His body was developed

& he was so in love with what

he saw...

But something smouldered in his

eyes...

Something close to hatred or resentment.

I don't know what it was - but it was powerful.

No one moved to stop him.

Everyone ignored him but me.

I thought it would make a great photograph;

what with me standing there frozen by this

man so enamored of something other than

myself that he didn't even see the wonder in

my eyes or the hustle & bustle of the world

around him.

I missed my flight.

He eventually orgasmed with eyes closed

before pulling on his skimpy red bathing suit

that hugged his shapely ass as he sauntered

out of the ariport looking sad, though untouched.

I was confused; inspired; curious; excited.

Life was more than what I had planned on

& I wore that knowledge in my smile as I

sauntered out into a world full of possabilities.

My smile was like a red shoulder patch exclaiming to the

world that I was an officer of the unthinkable

unimagined impossible future.

Airports are funny things.