By Nikki Huddleston
Your touch
Is not to love
But as to want
As you lay
Your perfect hands
Upon my breasts
You can hold me
But you can’t love me
Your words were
As rocks that
Lay upon
The ground
That only
Made the sound
Echo in my ear
Your love is
Hidden within
Amongst some years
So it’s time to
Tell me so
Is it not love
That moves you
To and fro?
I can grab
your eyes
Lock them with mine
Is honesty
Forbidden?
I need a sign
I tell you
I love you
But those words
I see shatter
And you step on
Them as if the dirt
Were in your
Fingernails
I see. you
Are not to love
But to have
My mistake?
Was to
Give