He is the giver of love, and my desire,
and though I wrestle in his arms, impassive to his wants,
he will penetrate my heart and pour his fluid in me.
And when he has gone, and flown,
I will call after him; I will sing,
Until every drop of love has been spent,
and the leaves fall to cover my descent.
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Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease 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...
