To Be In Your Head, For Just A Day
You built a fortress, while I watched you--
From the other side--
Bits, and pieces of junk--
Hammering-- all night & day--
While I spied you-- from my secret place--
And I didn't know, quite what to make--
Of the thing--
But I watched, and I watched-- and I watched----
Perhaps, it's a rocket ship--
The Eiffel tower--
Or a lighthouse--
But you kept working--
And I kept spying--
So curious as to what was going--
Through your beautiful mind--
Now, you are gone--
And all that remains is this decay--
Flaps of wood--
An empty house--
And me, looking on--
From the other side.
YOU ARE READING
Please Don't Touch
PuisiPlease 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...
