You never hold me
Or put your arms around me in any way
We are much too secret for that

Instead we share a small glance
A smile maybe
Never for longer than a few seconds

And you walk by
Your finger tips grazing my shoulder
Or my arm
My hand
My waist
The top of my thigh

Your touch seers through cloth and skin
I feel it against my bones
Your touch is imprinted straight through me
And when I see you
It is what I crave

But it's all I can receive,
The connection between me and the tips of your fingers
That graze so lightly and hold me to you with such force