In a bed of desire, with the lights on low,
and the sound of another day's isolated scream,
I didn't know you knew me; so well--
thought I had my thoughts tucked neatly
against the bareness of my breast.
Twin beds, nearly touching; doused with
flammables & fire. And the cold chill
that seeps up from the floorboards.
YOU ARE READING
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...
