Boy Wants Boy
by TheGhostWhoWatchesDeers
Sun sets to fall asleep
but leaves it's gloss to play the encore
before the day ends.
I've known for a long time
which direction my feelings go.
The goal has not been known
but I hope it stays here to live.
The second hour of our vacation is running
my hand moves closer,
in the rough grass,
to back of his hand.
I want him to say my name,
in a way which no one will hear.
Hold me,
in a way which no one will experience
- then he rises and joins with our classmates,
who start to play soccer.
He hugs Mary and they swing side to side
– eventually falling to the ground – laughing.
Jealousy whispers,
asks to join me.
I consider it.
First,
I try to stop sadness to become visible.
Doesn't take long,
when a goal is scored.
Cheering, laughing – enjoyment.