The Taste of Purple
Those who have lost vision seek definition.
Does purple have a taste?
Alas, grapes are not always palatable in purple.
Some things leave an aftertaste that can last a lifetime.
Bitterness is not majestic like magenta.
Some would say opium tastes plum crazy;
produced by pretty purple poppies.
Creative imagination needs no such simulation.
Fantasy and photography send my senses reeling;
reminiscent of a reimagined yesteryear,
when under the influence of a blue moon and red wine,
we crooned to the pain of Purple Rain.
Now I remember how purple passion tasted at twilight.
Purple is savory, like a cocktail of nostalgia,
and of love that never happened.
Photo credit: Chris Hanson
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