While I don't remember holding--
Your hand, or wiping my tears in your shoulder--
And while I don't even remember--
Your thick breath rolling down my neck--
I do remember-- the two of us--
Standing outside the pharmacy--
In the cold, dead of winter--
When you gave me $1.07--
And a kiss, and said:
"Don't hold your breath--
Love is like the water that will buy you--
It goes right through and leaves you--
Longing for more-- and hanging on--
To an empty container."
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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...
