Clandestine

 If I could only hold your hand in publicunder the brightness of the sunif I could only wake up next to yousmother you with kisses to start your dayif only we could snuggle on the couch at nightI’ve imagined these things so many timesit is so exhausting to hidethis clandestine affairI want to shout from the rooftopsLike ships under the cover of nighthaving to hold my breathand control my feelingskeeping the lights dimso no one will see usI’ve become a bird in a cagewith clipped wingsin this self-imposed incarceration