Stepping outside the container,
marking the graves of the recently departed,
with a gesture of complete surrender to myself.
The torchlights hold within them,
a shadow of my body's immersion, in this silhouette of pain,
no lover will hold me while the passion burns,
yet one of them will extinguish;
My flame.
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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...
