Breath comes hard, and my body
sinks back into our sheets,
where I can capture all the dreams
you left behind; when you left.
And I am so exhausted from your love,
drained of every longing, and need,
worn, on the bed of your delights,
fading into peaceful sleep.
Your passion quivers inside me,
saturating every verse of thought,
say my name, and I will moan,
if I could but catch my breath;
But the shadows turn with the moon,
and leaves grow that were dead in winter,
earth continues her unrelenting course,
while I am frozen and paralyzed
in your arms.
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...
