Thinking of You
The vase is leaking through the cracks--
And my blood droplets, infusing the floor tiles--
With their tint--
Beneath this plain face I present to you--
Strength decays, firmness fails,
My little beating heart is dying inside of me--
I will sleep--
And I will cry--
Staring at the bedside phone--
Waiting for your ring.
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...
