The square is full of people,
wandering, talking, laughing,
holding one another in their arms,
and dancing to the music of a street performer.
Amidst all this, I sit alone, but in the middle,
sipping my morning coffee, and smoking a cigarette,
and do you know what it feels like; to dream
of all the past where we were in love, and we were
joined at the hip, and even when we weren't together,
I was floating on the cushion of ecstasy; but now, I am
the rain, birthed. No mother holding me in, no--
warmth; no hands around me, no kisses surrounding me.
Falling; through a cold and careless atmosphere--
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...
