Masquerade

Beauty born of the ending

of things;

where most comfortably

I live.

You come to me

in search of

refuge,

of salvation from

the light which exposes;

desire.

Wanting only to know

you are not alone;

to be touched intimately, in full awareness

of your own

brutality.

About Anna Pizzulo Moyer

Creative Writer-Property Manager-Lover of Animals, Plants and People.
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