Drowned In Sound Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

Drowned In Sound



Let the music rain over you
the sky is sulking
rippling
so what if I miss you
just your lips and nothing else
were you born from a flower or something?
static sizzles between our thumbs
a flicker of flame-light
gold-stain vibrates dabbed onto photographic paper

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