Everytime you hurt me is like small deaths
But I just hold my breath
Everytime you love me is like small deaths
And then I live again
Everytime you touch me is like small deaths
You put me to the test
The last time that you'll touch me
I will know to hold it till the Next
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is such a new idea in a love poem; a touch being like a little death, and having to save it until the next little death arrives. I have also held onto the slightest touches wondering if I will ever have another..such a well known sensation over the world and you've managed to uncover it in a poem, well done; it is no longer a secret that everyone thinks only they have ever considered it in this way, when in truth the whole world does it. It reminds me much of a superstition, sort of..(smile)