My lavender love,aching amethyst that starts in my core, and crawls up through my body,until my mind is conquered and quite mad.There is a violence to your violet stare,that look from across the room as I iron your shirts, and recall the time we were in a bar, and I told you, with no hesitation,…

I wrote you a song under the stars,kept the fires burning high so you could find your way home.I wore a single violet,tied tight around my neck,so that you’d recognise me, as I crept into your dreams.It’s unseemly to be so starstuck,to be unstuck by a face I’ve yet to memorise,but as the moon sat,…