Needle Dick – Sylvia called him –

the worst insult

that would leap to crosshatched lips.

I thought it rather...

well... pointed – the slur,

that is

and well... pretty silly, really,

since she had previously lavished praise

at length

on... well... length and Legolas-like flair.

~

Ah, well,

the things one will say when betrayed.

~

Mind you,

last laugh was on him –

having gotten on with erotic flatmate –

long-legged, dark, exotic,

so unlike my friend's platinum stumpiness –

for she dumped him, immediately,

afterwards.

Brief, fierce affair, you see, had ulterior motive,

an experimental fling, then,

hmmm,

yep,

I'm definitely gay.