Alexa Peters
Sun teased in its last copper hour,
a keyhole in a red oak door,
revealing a room
where night wears nothing,
but black tresses
and dabs of rose water.
She whispers to her vanity
in the hush of self-solace
and fingers the latch to a
strand of marquise
like fetters
She’s captive of a masquerade
chaperoned by a hourglass;
Each bisous
tepid as a forgotten bath,
each diamond
a cigarette burn
on naked flesh.
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