The Color Purple

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There was a crystalline vase
Transparent around the edges
Allowing light through, holding alfalfa blooms
And it stood on top of the fireplace
Embellishing purple flames

And throughout the night
The fires burnt as firewood and fleshwood
Hearts were like ripened blood oranges
Pumping out anthocyanins

And by morning
The sun rose through the lavender curtain
And the alfalfa blooms were still moist and fresh
Unlike our bodies, which were now extinguished joints
Holding traces of purple marijuana

And it was simple – this love story

Blue and red crashing throughout the night
To be purple by dawn

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Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, American Journal of Poetry, Kitaab, Eastlit and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth.

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