BEAUTIFUL SUN OF THE SUN

  We went home, the sun was coming up, his skin was so soft.  We didn't have sex, instead, I played him Gymnopédie by Satie cos he said he'd never heard him.  When the music was over, he burst in tears.  I took him in my arms and he cried on my chest.  Then, he excused himself and left.   Never saw him again.