That Piece Withheld

A poem of longing for things unspoken.

That piece withheld
is my desire.
Love; the bitter obscenity
falls from your lips.
How can you? I ask,
An open heart is required
for such affirmation.
Denial fills your mind
when thoughts of ownership arise.
Withdrawing ever further
behind introversion,
Starving my soul, for want
of feeling expression.
Survival; mine lies within
hesitant disclosures,
waiting to fall from your lips.