Look into my eyes, love,
deeply, and tell me again
how all things happen for a reason,
and that there exists some kind of
karma on this planet earth;
Can you not see to the depths of my soul,
and feel with me the open wounds,
scratch the sores apart so they may bleed,
repeating phrase after phrase of incantation;
Warm blood.
Cold hands.
And there exists a shadow where you were,
there, the emptiness of absolute zero;
a crippling, yet melodic trance,
drawing me into you.
YOU ARE READING
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...
