Sever this connection--
A cable's gone bad--
Somewhere between--
New York and London--
The gas stove grills--
click, click, click,--
click, click, click,--
And burst in flames--
And I breathe in the fire--
Even though my lungs burn--
Your words-- are--
So intense a rush--
The fever drops--
Splash of ice on tongue--
Heart calms to a manageable rate--
But your scent-- it lingers--
On the air.
YOU ARE READING
Please Don't Touch
PoesiaPlease 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...
