Violet by Benjamin Stainton
A confluence of stars
on the napkin she dropped.
I tasted her voice
from the opposite end of a long corridor.
Flowers lifted their infant heads
in the kitchen.
It rained on her garter.
It rained on her thigh.
Opal music
awoke the hungry ballroom.
I touched the sound
of stewing pears, unseen
behind a tongue.
A confluence of scents
spelt her letters in colour - Violet.
The bride drank a blue laugh.
On the lawn, red lanterns sang.
The light smelt of honeycomb, firs.
And wed evening washed his chin
in the cup of my hand.
on the napkin she dropped.
I tasted her voice
from the opposite end of a long corridor.
Flowers lifted their infant heads
in the kitchen.
It rained on her garter.
It rained on her thigh.
Opal music
awoke the hungry ballroom.
I touched the sound
of stewing pears, unseen
behind a tongue.
A confluence of scents
spelt her letters in colour - Violet.
The bride drank a blue laugh.
On the lawn, red lanterns sang.
The light smelt of honeycomb, firs.
And wed evening washed his chin
in the cup of my hand.