Secrets

They took me to bed
and I thought us lovers,
when sweating ‘tween the sheets
left me hot, tender. 

Young and eager,
we have kept our secrets 
these long years
and tended to them as lovers do. 

I have needed you
every second of every minute 
since you left me, here,
yearning without you. 

You were colossal, Rhodian.
Look at my hands, my feet,
yours were burnished bronze 

unlike the festered wound 
that has hollowed my beating chest 
in its song for you. 

The song of a boy,
his corpse at sea, me,

because, secrets, 
if I had told you, 
would you have loved me?