Purple suspension,

In lavender succession,

Fuchsia’s bury me in their petal soft waste,

Amethyst castles that trap me in place.

All around, all I can do,

Is see the purple of you.

A cool blue calm,

And a fierce red rage,

The touch of your palm,

With the memory of your pinched face.

Purple’s rain,

A Purple pain,

Purple’s haze,

A Purple blaze.

Tell me purple can be divine,

And please clear the purple from my mind,

I’m seeing purple all the time.


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