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Violet and Purple

Flowers on rocks

Flowers on rocks

Violent Violet and Purple

Violet and purple on the skin
Written on white walls
Without restraint,
The feeling of purple flows
Into the letters
Into black scribes,
Anything but white
Nothing but white again

Violet bursts

Violet bursts

There is none here to colour anything…
Torn, violent, violet flowers
Violet violence wishes to express into a quite dance of
Fingers, hands, wound around each other, interlocked
Finding release, discontent, with no warmth
Only human need fulfilled
Could be black and blue
But its violent purple now

Violet drops

Violet drops

Violet and purple
I like the colour
Rich and glamorous
Smooth as velvet
Move fingers backwards on velvet
Sensitive fingers react to the motion
Against the velvet
Pricks in reverse
A sigh escapes
It sends a shiver down the spine
Stroking back and forth
Get used to it . NOW
You lose what the very smooth felt…
You lose the repulsion of having to move backwards
You are getting used to getting used up

View with Violet

View with Violet

My sensitivity again
Getting literal
Expression direct
I need to find metaphor
In violet
Or Smooth velvet
Or violence
This moment only churns bitterness
It is beyond my comprehension
Astray and wandering
And it will find a limitation someday.

Violet and pink

Violet and pink

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