You said
You didn’t want me
holding your hand
because you were embarrassed
of the calluses on your fingers
You got from playing
the guitar. I never thought
That music can do
that kind of damage.
I remember your old lover
who used to hold your hand;
whom you refuse to let go of
For a reason: His hand
locked together with yours:
Forming the shape of hearts
and many things more. You know
What? I never really
wanted to hold your hand.
My only wish is to nibble
on your fingers nails as though
they were my own.
Montage Vol. 11 • September 2008
