I wanted to post “At Pegasus” by Terrance Hayes, another poem about dancing in gay bars, but I can’t make the formatting work. So I’m going to just link to it at Poetry Magazine’s site. (Find it here.)
If I figure out how to post the full text here, I will. Until then:
These men know something I used to know. How could I not find them beautiful, the way they dive & spill into each other, the way the dance floor takes them, wet & holy in its mouth.