Sunday, September 25, 2011

Dioxazine Purple

tears filled a glass
hand passes over the rim
water turned to wine
world war won
i know why they call them
purple hearts
fighting for someone else
and taking the punch.
washed out oils
you look at me with
such a different color
and we both make our mark
on each others lives
in deep, thick
dioxazine purple.

Prussian blue
turns us on,
lace our hands
like your body
listening to our
feelings we wont
listen to ourselves.
Blue doesn't fill our glass
only our eyes
as we clear through
four bottles of
dioxazine purple.

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