Stepping into the tangent line,
and approaching the intersection
where your world and my world,
connected; past is gone now,
theorizing a hopeless & inconvenient theatre.
Wine, and the craft call,
to see me thrown down and devoured,
by the memories that three months past
could turn this sorrow, and this madness;
and wash the senses clean.
Temporary & permanent relief,
recalled into silence by the crossing lines
of a misstepping and stumbling; mistake.
One too many nights passed,
one too many--
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...
