Gusts of pure purple
Are the compliments that snake
Up from your umbrella
I watch the clouds with hungry eagerness
And I note their sheen
Their luminescent outline
And I wish to be enveloped
To drink deep of confirmations
That I’ve got “the gift,” “the spark”
That I've caught your eye
Or perhaps your breath
That when I leave your sight
you will not forget
But the purple arcs
Away from me
And billows slowly outward
Until all that’s left and seen
is doubt
About the Creator
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