My last nickel pressed--
Between thumb and forefinger--
Slides down the slot-- *clink--
It doesn't take a dime to remember--
The sort of holidays we spent--
Between sheets--
Inside your mouth--
Where the first thing I recall--
The cigarette taste--
Repulsive & intriguing-- addictive.
You gave me flowers every day--
For a while--
Until you got bored--
And the wash of emotion faded--
Like last year's blue jeans--
And I want to recall--
To push the tongue of memory--
Down the throat of everyday living--
To touch the sensual & sublime--
Our first kiss, redefined.
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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...
