A stillness reigns the dark of night,

From a blazing summer day…

I watch you from a glim of light,

From moonlights gentle play.

Your silhouette lay motionless…

To beg a slight nights breeze,

From the agony of honeyed skin

Now soaked with silver beads.

My mind is lost in moment,

Thus this captivating scene…

My object… My desire,

This tortured figurine.

-Antony King 2016

















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