a poem

Forbidden
Amanda Wilson

Of all the things you’ve ever been to me
You’ve mostly been forbidden

There are days when I long for your touch
And it’s always out of the question

You never seem to notice
How much you really touch me

You never seem to hear my whispers
As I whisper how much I love thee

And yet, I do not blame you
The fault has always been mine

For wanting something so enticing
For wanting something so fine

I have always lingered
In the shadow of your presence

Always watching
Always waiting

For the day when you’d tell me
You’re no longer forbidden