The taste of forbiddance
Is holding hands under
Folds of cloth
Letting our fingers touch
At the tips
And feeling fuzzy inside
Meetings in dark, cold nights
With only the glitter in our eyes
To show us the way to our
Secret place
And the fire of our souls to warm us
A slight brush of the lips before
Guilt mars the honey of our tongues
Like gall, I draw away my lips
Tears wiped away too quickly
And empty nights, no one by my bedside
Our hopes and dreams that come with
Morning
Again we shall hold hands
And let our fingers touch
And meet at our secret place
And try to kiss one more time

© kennedy kanyali