in search for shadow
of an unlit day,
a sought out intangible
past is here...

a sensual delight rippled
as the masked-beast
plunged into the softness,
and the earth is in luxury
of temporal daylight,
an ill-suited filler

a prey is holding on
to this aching
beauty of madness,
felt a moral supremacy
over her captor

an imperfect sensuality,
a daylight untrue
with the coldness
of their hearts,
a love is unreal...

Alice Cuenca

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