Those Boys

Those boys think I don't see them
Standing there
Moving close
Staring into each other's eyes.

Those boys don't know I exist
As they exist
For another
Touching, sharing, sighing.

Those boys think no one can know
How being close
Can be agony
When the world insists upon lies.

Those boys can't know I'm another
Who once discovered
A soul to share
My life, our love, his dying.

This poem is © 2006 Merkin, to whom comments may be sent.