My parents are away, we can go
to bed, but not even with an excuse
do I dare to go in the direction
of my room with you
or take your hand without
saying anything, because
do you want it too, and what face
should I have? That's why
a whole line of neighbours are our witnesses
that we let fly the thought of naked kisses
and lightly floating in love
With full attention
we alternately strike it off
playing badminton
in the sweet smell of summer flowers