Hold me in your typewriter,
love me in the pages of your book,
keep me close, and hold me
in the intricate network of your mind;
don't let me slip away.
Cross contamination, between friends, between
stepping in and out, by degrees; between spots of prose
scattered in the mud and at my feet; angels of light
dancing in a dirtied pool of your memory,
so lost in thought and half awake, and--
Open up the sky,
let's fly high--
Loosen the restraints of societal constraint.
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...
