Purple soaked in black
intense little pansies flutter dark
in bright sunlight
in bright sunlight
Iris flail, splay and wilt
indigo midnight dripping
inky stain down the vase.
No flat man made shade, crayon, paint, or dye
can ever come close to your intensity.
When I realized you were Mystery,
When I realized you were a longing
When I realized you were a longing
I found you in the night sky cuddling a full moon.
I found you in the fallen crow feather.
I opened with deep longing
layered with slight sadness.
I will smash them between my fingers
staining my skin the color of storm.
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