We washed off all the dirt of our youth,
respectively, dancing in the crisp, green grasses,
one step, across the line I go; where you
can't follow me; and I run.
In the morning breeze, you caught me
unprepared for this long trek,
trodding on and on and on and on and on and on and on,
through the sludge and principles,
through an hour past nine,
and I go; where you can't
follow me; and I run.
Touch me, take me in your arms,
tell me everything you could command,
how the world is at your whim; and I too,
and I will dance for you,
and I will sing,
the wind will bend me, closer to you.
YOU ARE READING
Please Don't Touch
PoesíaPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
