No different from the last, you left,
one in a series of decadents,
loving and supporting you,
without reform,
and I would pull you under, with me,
hold you there, beneath my kiss
until you turn blue, again.
And all the clamoring, and the shouts and screams,
fade,
the ocean's tide lingers,
her chaotic white noise,
caress the scalp and sense,
and I'm floating in and out
of the sea,
where your dead body bobs.
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...
