ode to purple

[rifster]

an ode to Purple

atop the green stalk you conjured up,
bit by bit from that brown void,
you lay with White on petal pillows
tuned in to the mellow-yellow broadcast
of the sun. but those songs are old and cheesy

let me wear you

I got good seats for the sun’s finale, but you were already there.
lusted temptress! must you blend so perfectly
with that self-righteous Blue? do you not see
the possessive-jade streaks in his slick periwinkle suit?
and how do you so calmly receive
the fiery passion of Orange, when you know he doesn’t
like to cuddle. receive me and we’ll live in puddles of cuddle

let me wear you around.
be my armor; trace my limbs.
hold me close each night
when everyone else has called it quits.
fearless and true, I’ll lead you through
the all-consuming, lightless abyss.


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