Duet
Hot flood-- pain pricks down--
Rolling down-- on the surface--
Against the friction of her dress--
Floodlight-- an open door, a severed mirror--
Catching moonlight-- reflecting smiles--
And fading memories of love.
We once were mistaken for sisters--
And I was caught up on fire-- inside--
The first time you said, "I love you."--
But isn't it the fear of isolation--
And a desperate struggle to survive the nights--
Which turned us in-- to one another's arms--
And kept the door between our houses--
unlocked past midnight?
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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...
