Kindling
From the tower up above the sun--
Where engines hum and lilacs bloom--
The water's all dried up--
And a thirsty daughter--
Drinks in the moon--
Besieged by every instance of your touch--
Wholly in the recovery of an April fire--
When it all burned down----
So I'll keep crying, and feeding you my tears--
Until I'm empty--
Or until you disappear---
Completely.
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...
