Don't Touch Me There

I really liked this poem and have felt the same way at times.

My favorite kind of poem. The kind which picks a slice from a conversation or a fleeting thought and let it stretch and expand throughout the poem, adding complexity and nuance. Or is that it just allows us to see the complexity which always exists in every “simple” expression, but as time is sweeping forward we can’t se it?

Take: “Don’t touch me there”, which is usually a warning issued by women to guard the privacy of their body. ‘Playing’ on this standard automatic connotation, this warning comes at a different touching, of a non physical nature. It remains ambiguous however, whether a physical touching of the most intimate kind triggers this reaction or whether it is just an image to the warning of the heart. But either way, the allusions created by the choice of language like: “that raw space” and: “clash, push… storm” and even the soul, which seems to have a sensual rhythmic movement: “My soul reaches … retreats”, all those tell us that maybe at some point in relations physical and emotional intimacy become hopelessly intertwined.

I really felt what you were saying in this. Very deep.

Welcome to the Poetry side of Lit with this wonderful piece of metaphorical imagery.

A woman's entreaty, deep and heartfelt, to be left alone by someone with which she is very familiar.