last night, you turned
and sang me a queen song,
one of your favorites.
and i thought about freddie,
and the millions of others,
and who they had sung this to,
using his words
to play on the heartstrings
of girls who love through their ears.
and i wondered if you meant them.
but instead of asking, i just listened
and kissed you on the nose.
because what else can you do
with a good old fashioned lover boy.