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My tombstone reads
Noli Me Tangere
In death as was in life
I would not love-born
Children bear
To no man be a wife
And should they seek
A lock of hair
I gave instead a knife
Noli Me Tangere
My linens read
And only as I pleased
The truest words
I ever said
Thought nothing but a tease
But into dark
Betrayal’s bed
I feel then by degrees
Touch me not
Was my sweet song
To all may it be heard
There is no world
Where I belong
As falconer or bird
To seek in me
A passion strong
Is nothing but absurd
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
saddens me – perhaps that’s how Mary Magdalen felt
Yes, it may well have been. It always seemed such an interesting phrase – touch me not. 🙂
This is so very sad. There have been times in my life where I can say I identified with the last stanza. Beautifully written, Dear Sis. 🙂 Have a wonderful week. 🙂
Thanks Skye, hope you have a great week too! 🙂