Reverse Midas Touch
Oh how I love you, Darling.
Your beauty is too much
for me to behold!
But I am not a person
you can ever be with.
My body you may never hold.
Please come no closer.
Stay your distance, Dear.
Dare not to be bold.
I can trace your face,
but I can only wish your arms
around me could enfold.
Though I may kiss your lips,
you cannot kiss me back.
Resist the urge. Don’t fold.
You see, I am a Midas
but of a different type.
What touches ME turns gold.
This is my curse. Believe me.
Hold not my hand to solace give.
Your blood would then turn cold.
I suffer; how I suffer.
Untouched I must remain.
Alone I will grow old.
Jan. 2, 2023
For Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol 15 Poetry Contest
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