if choices

If choices were open, I'd richly rejoice in the scope
for amity, flamboyantly overt in fulfilment
with a willing kindred male, hailing the bond
of confraternity in like tastes and ways.
Blazoned on the badge of that culture, hot
erotic involvement solves the crude problem
of human isolation with spicey vices,
which nicely titillate my fantasy thoughts.
Caught in spot-lit shots on the shrinking brink
of a grim precipitous pitfall, I clamber backwards
to track my feet to safer moral heights,
frightened of life, and of finding who I am.
It might be prudent to postpone the hour
for letting natural friendship come to flower.