Remembrances
Wind rolls, blowing out across the leaves--
Mind goes rolling, out across our past--
Bare feet pressed down in soft earth--
While your hands cup me inside of you--
When the rain begins to drip down on me--
And in my heart, the blood is rushing through--
And in my eyes, your every word,
Dusted off and beautified--
Wind rolls, blowing out across the leaves--
Mind returns to a state of normalcy--
Bare feet, kicking at the mud--
Only an echo to hear my sob.
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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...
