We should be afraid to speak the thoughts that dwell inside,
best to bury them beneath large clumps of rotting earth,
unremembered melodies turned ash by the pyre,
and wetted with the tears of half-forgetfulness;
deep secrets, dark secrets; feeding on flesh.
Do not let them burn,
lest we see a glimpse
of what lingers in the depths of an imperfectly
constructed heart.
No, we must bury it;
deconstruct desire.
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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...
