I took a photograph of you,
in the house up on the hill,
I still have the negative,
and once, in a while,
I develop new prints.
Each copy bright, crisp, and clear,
saturated with the colors of imagination,
painted pixels, bleeding ink runs,
through my veins.
For all my tears, and my trouble,
painstaking labor, and fierce desire,
I cannot reproduce the one I want.
YOU ARE READING
Please Don't Touch
ŞiirPlease 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...
