allegraosati | allegra osati

poem one hundred and seventeen.

unified ink drips shimmering slick smacking like peanut butter on a dog’s tongue

painful wretched fear of the foreshadowed peaks bare against the wind

she bathes in the sweet moonlight of shared sorrow pink suds stark against the night

grass weaves a pattern into her palms as she’s lost once more in the sunshine

coffee glazes his tongue the sweet forgiveness of morning for the promises of midnight