Purple bridge

Purple is how she feels,
Pistachio is how she peels.
A mix of fire and water,
through the sliver, snap, come hither.

Amber rocks wall the heart in,
Wolf wanders between the beating and the skin,
Careful of extreme heat,
It will shatter and the animal eats sin.

Cactus is her friend,
Winds blow but it does not bend.
She can care for this one at least,
A drop of water a week is all she can spend.

Piano is her childhood in play,
Rice can fill in the rest of that day.
Scales fresh in mind, hands calloused uneven,
Grains sit in the freezer, denied decay.

Red wine subdue the questions,
Coffee cater to their confusions,
Milk is better,
It comforts as it cuts to the origins.

Under the bridge she is walking,
At the end someone smarter is talking.