Spread like wings, my open heart exposed,
no more lies; no more lonely nights, no more
calls at 3am asking "where are you,"
and knowing the answer. No more whispers
to a silent hall at the end of which I watch
for your shadow under my door; and wait,
for the key to enter my locked up dreamscape.
Jostling it until it fits just right, because you know
how to make it unloosen, and force your way in.
But no,
you cannot enter,
I have sealed the shutters up tight,
barred the door from your entry,
cut all cords and connections;
I am withdrawn.
With my ear pressed against the door.
YOU ARE READING
Please Don't Touch
Thơ caPlease 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...
