Burning in purple,
you,
engaging one.
Filter my moments
through the facets
of experience.
Couple with music
and the soul
that moves
in the fire.
I am a vessel
completely for hire.
Ask me anything,
I can speak
with the look in your eyes.
When you run out of questions,
we can sit
at peace
in the silence,
and watch the fire burn down
the architecture
of our proudest visions.
Where do the shadows go
in the darkness?
I could feel your violet eyes
on my skin,
seeking the deeper places
of my cover
and asking me
to let you in.
Obligated by color,
I relent.
I could never refuse
the lavender touch
of ghosts.
In the morning,
the sunlight
filtered through the smoke,
and the amethyst sky
broke
like a shattered window.
I lay there,
staring up
into nowhere,
alone, but for the memory
of the memory
that you painted me with.
HG – 2021