The Walk! Poem by Leslie Xavier

The Walk!



I walk a tight rope,
a little south of sanity.
The path, a few months old,
from that famished point.
I turned to her for love;
a barter tried with dough;
sweet, a dark brown stream,
and a monsoon shower of gilt.
While she removed the glass slipper,
with not an ounce of guilt.

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