Lines, arches, softly spoken poetry,
the driftwood coming in, as my gaze extends,
arms wrapped around your neck, a distant
sacrifice; a wholly unheard strum of the guitar--
my sneeze, into unwashed hands, thinking
unclean thoughts,
of you.
YOU ARE READING
Please Don't Touch
PoesiePlease 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...
