Oh, that my hands didn’t itch
to finger print your skin,
lest someone would see us
sharing a touch.

If only you could look at me
without that quick glance away,
fearing somebody might
question what my sly smile was about.

If only, just more often,
I could see you alone
where nobody disturbs us,
and we don’t have to do anything.

Even just to feel your hand
without it being hidden
would be enough.