My Secret
No one can know
Not even the murky black that lurks within
and around my singularity.
No one can know
For I fear the reactionary lashes of the people
who love me impatiently withhold.
No one can know
So I whisper it to myself when I'm alone
quieter than the dead breezes.
No one can know
Because even the dead have eyes and ears
sitting by the gravestones in the moonlight.
No one can know
Who I bleed for, who I breathe for, who I burn for
Who I love beyond all else.
No one can know
That I'm gay
not even you.
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