I Am A Prisoner
Met in my own dis-fascinations of you--
Cried the night & let the arms lay needing--
Distance is the separator, it always has--
Been the motive and the spark for human consciousness--
Touch me on the wrists--
Slide a moistened tongue--
Inside me--
Wrap your soul around me--
But there is a cage, protecting me--
From you--
Half-ply & stronger than iron bars
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...
