touch me not
- Tanya Master
- Jun 12, 2019
- 1 min read
Updated: Dec 15, 2022
your branches littered across my bed
melting into the linen
your wet hair dripping
like raindrops in the dead of night
my cold sweat
swept away by the draft
of an incoming spring
so touch me not
with your petalled fingertips
I haven’t blossomed yet
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