Tangled in distant memories,
In a double knot of violet melancholia,
I hover helplessly in my dreameries,
Void of euphoria was my so-called utopia.
Lavender stems pierce gracefully
Through my violaceous and tender pleura,
Petals escape into my veins tearfully,
Envelopes me in your aura.
Your everlasting aroma flows
Bursts through my poignant skin
To bind me in your susceptible blows,
For a touch was only a dream, maybe a sin.
Purple petals coughed out of purple parched lips,
Melt onto the frost of my parchment,
As fierce lavender extract cracks my quill’s tip
Adorned with perse blood droplets of woebegone endearment.
Perdurable ludus scripted on petrichor postcards,
Drenched by my dented dysphoric quill,
Echoes of distant hums of harps
Enlivening my frostbitten fingertips, my only will.
My violet figure fell into the eternal well,
Your ephemeral touch my only living vision,
With a silent scream into a blinding spell,
I posted my crinkled carvings in Heaven.