Poems from redmasscarade

Love: Who is this man? He hovers, he stares, he gets too close He touches, he smiles. His nearness is discomfort, Nearly agonizing...
Love: Who is this man? He hovers, he stares, he gets too close He touches, he smiles. His nearness is discomfort, Nearly agonizing...
One question Floating freely Through thoughts scrambled, tousled, archived   Like the thud against the wall Nearly silent. But always...
Sweet, musky scentthat rises the stripedstairs into my nostrilsand opens my eyesto see a blurred, blue silkysmooth crashing, clutchfrom...
The hollow persists in the space you've wrapped aroundBut the inner circle containsEmptiness, loneliness, painLike the drip, drip, dripThe...

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