Purple
Tonight is the night,
the after-hours trickle down
into a blackened back-alley,
where two mortals there glow
softening the clean stroke
of every nudge, every bump,
every time they got as close
as the barrier would allow
to a kiss.
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"Undead clues softly whisper
stranger loves around me.
Willingly, won't you take off your filter
and fill my veins
with your favorite color?"
Copyright © Richard H. Dunsany | Year Posted 2017
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