Virginia, in the dead of night,
a moment's peace and the sound of rain,
I knew you were there by your breathing,
and I was there with you,
holding your name on my tongue.
Virginia, I lost you in the belly of a whale,
and sold my soul for a penny and your love,
but the devil didn't care. I closed up every
corner of my made up room, and danced in
motionless silence while the tears rained
down my face, alone in the dark,
in the throes of emptiness and pain.
Virginia, now your name comes easy,
but the call goes dead with no answer,
and there is no moment's peace left in the night,
just a fading shadow of who you were,
buried beneath a blanket; of who I wanted you to be.
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...
