Purple is power
held by shamans and priests
esoteric mysticism
in the colors of the crepuscule
But in the prism of my vision
purple is more than mystic
or colorful dusk before my eyes
purple is lust
On the red carpet of private cocktails
it walks in high heels of eponymous sophistication
among the cloudy atmosphere of cigarettes and cigars
with its underrated glamour
and its tarnished fame
Sax and lace
poison corset
this candlelight vigil
the morning awaits
I can never say no
nor resist its charms;
falling instead into a drunken sleep
on Artemisia Absinthium’s thighs
In the crepuscule’s dew
amongst paper thin nylons
whispers and skin
purple, power and lust
blur the kaleidoscope
so kiss me deadly, darling
for we live to die in sin
4 comments:
your words are the toxic cure that lulls and seduces the mind to a sultry den prepared with skillful abandon; the wicked finger beckoning to taste. your poetry is delicious and addictive and leaves me inspired always. more please. and then some more.
Sexy and powerful.
Sultry and sinful.
Lovely...I particularly like these visuals:
On the red carpet of private cocktails
it walks in high heels of eponymous sophistication
and
amongst paper thin nylons
whispers and skin
very nice!
purple, power and lust
blur the kaleidoscope
I couldn't have said it better myself...
~Andrea
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