I am looking for who you are,
through shadows, heat and light,
and words--
Show me a picture, signal flare,
sing.
And in your form,
I can see myself, reflected; and in your words,
I hear, the voice that speaks
within my heart. And my desires
burn for you,
because what I needed,
what I wanted,
everything about you--
Aesthetically perfect delusion.
Now go home.
I'm going home.
(but we'll pass glances in the hall)
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...
