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.
A Purple pain,
A Purple blaze.
Tell me purple can be divine,
And please clear the purple from my mind,
I’m seeing purple all the time.