Rays vs. Indians GDT 3: Would they notice if we kissed, here on the middle infield?

Would they notice if
we kissed, here
on the middle
infield?

Would the umpire stop
play and call dead
ball?

Here in the rain-loosened
clay, here by the second
bag, here on my brotherly
lips.

Would they notice if I slept
with my head on your
shoulder on the flight to
New York.

I've heard a weary Persian
tradesman kissed a stranger
for want of the sight of another.
Think me the tradesman,
too many lonely miles
scarred across my feet.