Blue Harmony

If your hands were soft
like fresh-picked cotton,
I would not miss the scratch of them
against mine.
If your eyes were dark
like morning coffee still in the cup,
I would not long for you to
wake me up.
If your voice were sharp
like the tinny sound of vinyl
set to the wrong speed,
I would not wish you to
sing me to sleep.
If your lips were clumsy
like a school boy at prom,
I would not crave them
on mine.
Swallow me up, now
with that hard blue harmony.

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