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He Told Me Not To Touch Him

He Told Me Not To Touch Him

A Poem by Foxemerald

Photo by Molly Blackbird on Unsplash


He doesn’t love me

Anymore. I know he does not love me and

No one is around to give me

Anything except,

The budget. My world is empty and the,

Night is drawing to an end. He sits there quiet, sleeping as I

Shake with crying, floating-

Lost, frozen, but enduring. I sit here as he sleeps, again and slumbers,

Buried underneath the,

Covers. Not a trace of love nor welcome motion

Is on his face, to beckon,

Something like an open book. If anything, his mind is

Closed, and locked

Away from,

Me. He rebuked me, I tried so hard

to keep him safe!-

Within my arms, to gently rub away

The stress from every line, and bump upon those

Muscled thighs . . .  I can’t allow myself to love him, or be

Free in the attempt, therein-

he told me not to touch him, for it’s time to

Hit the hay. I am not allowed within the world

In which he goes when lights should flicker, or when dreams should,

overtake the body, and the

Eyes . . . are out of contact. I will not be allowed to find him in the locked,

and silent convalescence,

where even his body, belongs only to his

healing slumber, away from hands that try and pry.

He told me not to touch him for

Sleep will soon,

Take over him. I guess, the concentration which

Is needed, for such a circumstance to

Happen, does not allow for

Hands of passion, or a lover’s need for,

Sweet compassion, or a

Weight upon the chest. Perhaps, it is unwelcome abhorrence,

To think that these,

Personal gems should be thus,

Surrendered, to someone else when rest is so-

Desired. Perhaps, it is off limits because,

He doesn’t trust the banker who

Is in his bed, with his private gems . . . or his girlfriend . . .  

After hours.


Em ~






© 2022 Foxemerald

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Has the sound of an unequal relationship. The speaker is distraught over the apparent lack of passion on the part of the sleeping "lover." When one partner in a relationship is doing all of the giving but none of the receiving, things are heading south. Barring some kind of revelation on the sleeper's part, it seems like it's time to pull the plug on this one.

Posted 3 Months Ago


3 Months Ago

Good analysis! Thanks for the review John.

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Added on August 5, 2022
Last Updated on August 5, 2022
Tags: self reflective poetry, heartbreak poems, dark poems




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