exile made ice-work of all caress
you couldn’t bear to be touched
so i kept the tide low-key,
waned almost out of reach, love
knew you would not drown
my intuition
that you were hollowed ground
scrying craters, dust and loss
for the times you killed
yourself and felt better for it
forget me now 
The tender, light touch you display here is splendid. I am particularly attached to the beginning & end lines, each a perfectly formed poem in & of itself. This will live with me for days and days and days……..
i’m truly honoured if this haunts you, Lunatique … lovelovelove …
This is haunting, I love the mystical imagery!
thank you! your name is linked to a site marked as spam but it seemed to be a genuine comment so i let it through
to thank you for that *s