I said too little to be known.
what could I have said
that would have made life
more bearable?
If I had said too much
life might have been so different.
if I had said I longed for
a boy’s touch…
to be held in his arms
to kiss him on the lips
would that have been too much?
Too much to bear
for others to hear.
being me was too much
for anyone to know
yet not too much to be known
by myself.
Saying too much was
my only taboo.
sometimes the truth is too much.
©2011 Julian Spalding
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