One deserving, he hides behind a shadow
and a veil, containing all forms of self-denial,
self-loathing, despair; and I want
to reach out my hand into his,
and from the highest place I can find,
screaming, crying, howling out his name,
but no one is watching but me,
no one is listening but my ears,
to the dulled echo of myself on rock,
he is a faded footprint,
folded in my pocket and preserved,
like a memory carved in stone.
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Please Don't Touch
PoesiaPlease 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...
