This is how we met,
in the cafeteria; and you couldn't
take your eyes off, of me,
dessert was nice; crumb cake,
and a spoon of vanilla ice cream.
Walking, with my arm wrapped around
yours; and the space in my mind,
where the demons feed, was snuffed out,
frozen, and packed on ice;
when you held me in your gaze and I felt
desired. And I felt
loved, and I felt this frame
indestructible.
And it was.
Indestructible, and accursed,
and empty;
Like a mirror.
YOU ARE READING
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...
