Purple flowers
Why, when try to think of him
Is my head full of purple flowers?
Here in a city grey and and mainly monochrome.
But in my head are still
Those purple flowers.
And more than that,
In my head is texture too.
These purple flowers have velvet petals
And a strange a sickly scent.
A slightly musky smell
Of old work baskets, sweat and stale perfume.
Purple flowers on a dress
Much worn a long time ago
