Alex Liberto

Rookie - 62 Points (Malta)

The Violet Hour

the violet hour

The bed is sheathed in body struggling with penumbra jarring love strings I cannot bare to share so I retract like anemone when touched by body afraid of intimacy not god-given but mine borne from whim of wanton I am not sure which part of me and when my mobile stirs to murmur rescue I jump at the call for freedom from burden to share with whomever whatever thwarting the moment I dread which returns like darkness to light once words run dry leaving dearth of weapons to wiel

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