Can I Be Close To You?

I asked him this question all the time 
Through masked comments, inquisitive eyes, my hand gestures 
Touching my arm gently, running my fingers through my hair 
The way I positioned myself when he looked at me
‘Can I be close to you?’ Why can’t he see?

My body crying out for him to come nearer
Trying to sense his soul and yet nothing becoming clearer 
Am I so hard to read or am I not what he needs?
Or wants... ignoring the fonts from all my poems 
Written this way and that to show him my intention 
All I want is his affection and to hold his attention

It started as a meeting of trust which grew to meeting in lust 
But we couldn’t touch, not much, not under lockdown
Every time I leaned towards something deeper I was met by his frown 
‘Can I be close to you?’ my heart asked one last time 
No more secrets and hidden meanings behind glasses of wine 
I want me to be yours and you to be mine