Purple – A Poem
By Nic Bryan
Purple is your favorite color.
It is lush and soft like crushed velvet.
Your kisses are much the same:
the violet in the grocery store,
the tiniest hint of it in the evening sun.
The gemstones in a pair of thrift store earrings.
I pass by them to see you reflected in their hue.
Your song is the breath of lavender from a spring breeze.
You’re sweet like lilacs, royal like a crown of hydrangeas,
and how rare it is–to see purple
The sky is blue and the grass is green and the sun is yellow,
You are purple.
Rarest of them.