Secret.

I imagine you here,
under this tree
and I think that you'd be lovely.
I could even kiss you
if the circumstances were favorable
if you smiled at me a certain way
if you held my gaze
for a moment.
I would go to you then,
move the branches and leaves
from your face,
the hair tangled
in some twig
and afterwards
I would do what I already did ten years ago
in a tree like this
to someone named like you
that had your eyes
and had your hands.