To Be Touched Poem by Michael McCall
To Be Touched
Your hot breath on my chest
Congers images of burning flesh
Bends life through a prism
And cast nothing
It’s as relentless as fire
As final as death
And I hate nothing more then this
I would agree with Steven Feanley below. Your poem is vivid and memorable. It is very angry but well written.
yr poem don't need no toothpaste. it smells fresh. continue poetically. take care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 12:29:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
passionate & intense nicely done!