It's not the place we tried to be,
you held me, but your will was weak,
and I kissed you, softly,
but there was nothing holding me,
our feet did not touch the ground;
although we reached the sky,
and painted clouds, disturbed the lightning--
you slept and kept me; in focus,
in your lens.
Until the phase shift, the spinning earth,
the separation of the seasons,
my feet moved, while yours stood--
firmly planted in the ground where we first met,
beckoning after with no reply.
Waiting, in the dampened mud; howling.
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Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease 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...
