I am the violet flower
As her milky skin dissolves against my touch
While our breaths falter in the hazy dew of the summer night
Lips trembling, eyes cowering with fear,
I connect the dots of her freckled skin

Shedding her leaves,
She traces my violet veins illuminated by the moonlight
We kiss our dreams of gold
But we know the truth of the transitory days

With our fingers at the mercy of the moon
And our hearts at the mercy of my violet hue
We struggled to bid adieu
But the signal of the birds’ cries finally tore our gazes apart

She masked her face with empty eyes
And impassive expressions
But the violet on her skin danced with our secret
Humming the sacred tune of our parting lips

Selfishly, the girl plucked a blue flower
With her own unsteady hands
Promising to water its leaves
Forgetting the permanent drought
That had become a denizen of her soul

Her heart kept time in terms of the moon
And sometimes when she breathed
in the scent of the blue flower
As she posed for nature

I could see the creases in her eyes
The worry hiding beneath her dark lashes
Aching, wondering if her purple hue would fade

Yesterday, I caught her staring
Tapping her long fingers against my leaves
Skin parched from the blue flower’s melody
Her voice yearning for the pureness of the moon
Yet her wavering voice went unnoticed

Pleading with her to surrender the blue flower to happiness
And capitulate to her unquenchable desire
I fold her hands in mine
But she urges me to abandon her

Her voice skewers any hope for the future
Deserting my principles, I let the moon envelop me
Sometimes I wonder if the drought killed her
But I’ve learned to give up on such childish things