I want you to mount my shores,
rustle me with the hot wind
of your breath,
adore every imperfection in my form,
as though knocking at my door with your eyes.
Serve me hot tea,
a biscuit with honey on the side,
and I'll serve you from the depths
of my soul,
I will give you everything,
after you have gone.
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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...
