Secret

A crowded red line train after a baseball game. Night has painted the windows a cool purple background as brick buildings and street lights come and go without end. You and I in the middle, surrounded by our friends and strangers warming us with their body heat.

So many people, so much chit-chat; but really, it is just your eyes, your hands. Our fingers dance together by our sides, playful and secret. One of my fingers stretching out to graze against yours. Resting my nose in your hair and inhaling your smell anytime the train shakes.

And when our friends glance over from their musings and see us, they'll raise a questioning eyebrow.

But we'll say no, we're just friends, it's nothing.

All these people,

all this noise,

eventually we will tell them.

but for now lets keep it like this.

Just keep it us.