This is where I slowly sink, with lips
pressed hard on soft skin, pulling you
beneath a churning sea's tide, pulling you
under my dress and into my cool, night thighs.
And with a sacrificial blow to the head,
a dirty dance, potent narcotics; we slip our heads into
one another's beds & burn the world in a rage of ecstasy.
And his breathing is only skin deep,
and there are songs beneath the breath,
but I can only faintly make out words,
too much sun; to hold the moon in tightly to my chest,
I will let the pillow throw out to touch's reach,
no more tightly wound and burdensome.
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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...
