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,
and you?
You are purple.
Rarest of them.
Warrior Word 