I want.
But there is no acquired substance to sooth the emptiness,
and I could look into your eyes,
and feel your breath on my lips,
Taste the fullness of your voice on the ears' buds,
and swallow
You by increments of cubic flesh.
If love were disposable, like a plastic sack,
then I could breathe easy and watch your flight
as the wind catches you from beneath, hear your
final farewell, as a rustling and a fading song. If love,
were disposable--
Buy new.
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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...
