Music

Old Friend

By Alexa DiSalvo

Crushed mascara
Pollen ground by river stone
To dye dark the cotton threads
You perch your body
Precariously within

Balancing on crocodile hide heals
Skating across my kitchen
The tick tock
Chopping block
As you clomp
Back to me
Chimes out of nowhere
Colliding with my throat
Blush on your cheeks
A Sloppy coral
That scrapes my chin
Shocking embrace
Dragging me under
To sink in such murky love
From the bottom of our hearts.

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