The Lesbian Who Loved Me

This is a love poem about two co-workers, one is gay and the other is straight.

Inspired by true events

 

For Camile

 

I remember the secretary who once worked at the office.

Camile was a beautiful and curvaceous lady.

She complimented me on my formal attire.

One day she gave me apples and candies.

And she would touch my head to get my attention.

I asked her if she loved me and she said yes.

She really thought I was a handsome man,

But there was a serious problem that I could not handle.

 

She told me frankly that she was a lesbian.

And she said she thought I knew about it,

But I did not even suspect she was gay.

If it had not been for her unnatural sexual orientation,

We would have had a better chance of becoming lovers.

She had no experience of sleeping with a man,

But it seemed that she wanted me to make love to her.

At no time did she resent the idea of being with me.

I thought she was planning to change her gay lifestyle.

 

Her shameless behaviour shocked me.

I could not tell she was a lesbian by looking at her.

She looked like any ordinary woman.

Her sexual preference did not show on her face.

Camile's kindness drew me close to her,

But I lost interest in her when I learned the truth about her.

One evening she invited me to a gay nightclub,

But I politely declined the invitation.

 

Her sapphic lover was a tomboy and a cyclist.

And she would pick her up after work most evenings.

I did not like the way that ugly girl looked at me.

My former sexy co-worker loved me,

But the news that she was gay saddened me.

I was prepared to compete with a man for her love,

But a woman prevented me from getting her.

She embraced me the day before she went to Florida.

And I have not heard from her since then.

Author's Note

I wrote this poem in 2012. Frankly, I don't know what to say about it.