Crossing the Line (Updated)

Could I love him as much as her?

Could the line be clear or just a blur?

Could I kiss him in the same spot at the same time?

Or would it be spotted and then called a crime?

Could I hug him and embrace as lovers,

or would we have to hid everything and leave it under the covers?

Could we laugh and talk

cry and scream?

Or keep our mouths dry like chalk

and pretend all of this was only a dream?

Could I love him as much as her?

could we just go on as lovers and end our defer?

could I kiss his fingers one at a time?

or would we be stopped and looked at like grim?

could we hold each other in the hallway?

or would we have to let our feelings go untouched and decay?

could we sneak out at night and walk with each other down the street?

or would we be pulled over and get ruffed up and beat?

could I please just kiss him on the lips?

and not have the fear shower me like an eclipse?

Could I love him as much as her?

will people get mad from what I prefer?

could I stare in his eyes like there’s no tomorrow?

or would I have to keep back and weep in my sorrow?

could I touch his hand or peck his cheek?

or would I be punished and called a freak?

I don’t know why they hate me so,

they say things about me because they know,

I thought I could just keep it inside,

all this pain, agony and lack of pride,

but I realize now that I’m all alone,

in this pesky world I call a home.