This is where we say goodbye,
my love--
Your heart has ceased to beat,
and breath; the luxury we all so often
take for granted, has left you.
Your eyes no longer glow
with the brightness of your being--
I want more than anything, to sing to you,
and hold you up, in my arms to dance.
Hand laid firmly up the length of your spine,
securing your head against my shoulder.
Stepping. Bending and swaying to the music,
our bodies, together. You, struggling as you always
did, just to keep the oxygen coming, no
holding on, just being held; but I wanted to create
this moment. Something not the ordinary,
something to push the constancy of time
out of the way.
Even memory decays now that you are dead,
every beautiful moment we shared,
buries my heart with agony.
YOU ARE READING
Please Don't Touch
PoesíaPlease 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...
