alfie lee writing



turn down the volume
so i might hear. keep
them around your ankle
will you, my dear?

it's not that i don't love
her, let's make that clear,
but where's the excitement
without tasting fear? no

these aren't the same sweet
nothings i say to her. back.
pull. lie, too near.
cut and thrust, wear and tear.


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