Capped Lavender
I am hidden
in the light of a perfume shop
a cracked amethyst
probably dark
on my tongue.
I seek
a trivial rainbow
substandard in yellow.
To leave I must enter
a sunlit stomach
it keeps dust dry
and golden smells
in my aura
Walking through wind
I tread a blind light
unaware of a hand
entering my pocket
curving past fog
to fondle capped lavender
Saturday, May 5, 2007
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