A Witness in the Round Tells Us What He Saw Let me set the scene: A purple duskhazy with lustsweaty bodiesanxious for touchmusic making momentsfeel like lifetimes A piece of starlighttakes the centre of the roundher body bathed in rhythmpulling the moon toward herin the jealous sky His feet rushed toward herlike water thirsting for… Continue reading Poem 68 – A Witness in the Round Tells Us What He Saw