Our fingers
knotted and crossed
locked in a finger hug
hand hold
on the roof
in the moonlight.
Always in the moonlight.
And you said
how glad you were
to be away from them -
they would laugh if they saw.
Stupid
immature
idiots.
I guess later you changed your mind,
because your long fingers reached for mine
in a big room,
under the glare of flourescent bulbs

Everyone saw,
but no one laughed
at us.