It slips away,
turning the damp hand sour,
loosening the pebbles where
once your feet were planted,
it comes to collect them,
one by one,
Drawing out the memory of you,
with the cold and painful wash
of the morning surf.
YOU ARE READING
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...
