Purple

She wore purple

Soaked throughout her sleeveless dress,

Above her full-tide eyes,

Beneath her bangs so straight,

Behind her glasses severe

In front of eyes which stared in folded layers

Like tossed bed sheets

Or frosting on a raspberry cake.

She spoke of lovers past

And sighed in violet.

Her hands danced upon the table

As she emphasized her love of anime,

Her fingers thin,

Her skin vanilla laced 

With faintest salvia.

Her butterknife voice

Was rolling over gentle waves

Of wine-stained ocean

Pulling, bobbing soft.

Her hair was dark

As endless Friday midnights.

She unlocked a door

Inside the dull and overcast clouds,

Her rushing breathing calmed her slender arms

Now smoothing the tablecloth between us.

She was smiling,

Her breath the tender shore,

Her cheeks a bloom of lilac, 

Hyacinth and lavender.

She was purple.

- 6/20/25