Forbidden Lover

By Panya

i first met you,

when my grandfather’s lifeless body

lay before me,

and my young mind

was filled with nothing but fear,

fear of the unknown.

but ten years later

it is nothing but ardour

with which I will greet you

when you are on my doorstep.

perhaps, you understood this

the first time we stole a kiss

when I lit a cigarette

and every breath i took

was a way to get closer

to you.

We’ve had the finest red wine,

sitting on my bathroom floor

at 4 in the morning;

with nothing but silver blades.

your fingers have wrapped firmly around mine

every time i have offered myself to you,

But it’s almost as if

you are telling me,

“stay.

we will meet sometime again.”