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