I colored in your lips, violet
like the blooms drifting across
the wide cumulous sky.
Like fingers that can’t catch
the violet-pearlescent buttons
down your belly. Sometimes
a violent violet pressed slowly
into your thighs.
You were violet petals
twisted into cloud and frozen
into violet ice crystals,
melted into his gaping
violet maw. Tugged into
his unseen violet stomach
and intestines, spit back out
onto your own skin again.
When you back away, violet
nails scraping the walls, tell him
I say hello. Taste violet words
and leave violet puddles to stain
the carpet where your violet lips
were pressed and held.
The clouds are so beautiful
rolling violet overhead.
Show him how much violet
there is in his blood too.
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