how bad could it be

if it were only you and me

with our hands on the table for everyone to see?


how bad could it be

to take your glance and run

with nothing else on my hands but the burn of the sun?


how bad could it be

to look nice in the dress

with silver on my fingers and a swell inside my chest?


how bad could it be

for you to look at me

and only want for your hands what your eyes would see?


would it be so bad to laugh a little louder,

let my hair grow long, and let my self stand prouder?


would it be so bad to only kneel when i pray,

after tripping over the guilt and the awkward things i say?


would it be so bad to look at me and then

be satisfied in knowing what it truly could have been?