Purple Parents

An only child of purple parents is

Its own hue.

A father of inherent vermillion,

Opaque in his brilliance,

Inverts nature and turns the air black,

An unparalleled richness.

He flushes natural shades of crimson,

His own essence on a scale

Blessed to treasure his emotional measurements,

Lacking sleeves to display his scarlet heart,

Scarlet in its styled sacrifice,

For boxes of sentimental wine.

His fire tenses when

He sings a cherry tune

And his rubies form my passion,

A soul, cerise in creation

A boon of royalty and sapphire in

Its shade of wise integrity calls

Whilst my mother, a transparent, frosted glow to shadow winter’s light, challenges a father.

And navy in her entrance, she quietens her surroundings,

Melancholic with a resilient sheen and

A confidence that can only stem from a cerulean heart.

While she weeps azure tears for her stony countenance and judges

So that she can continue to be

Graceful in a dance of tired ascendance,

And juggling her teal thoughts,

Dangerous in its honesty

She tries to enter her cyan state of cruel introversion and

She returns with a sky of peaceful caricature, so

As she floats along with a soft rhythm

Warm only in a connection of static energy;

Cobalt in design and purple in me.

An only child of purple parents is

A boon of royalty and sapphire in

Its own hue.

Its shade of wise integrity calls

A father of inherent vermillion,

Whilst my mother, a transparent, frosted glow to shadow winter’s light, challenges a father.

Opaque in his brilliance,

And navy in her entrance, she quietens her surroundings,

Inverts nature and turns the air black,

Melancholic with a resilient sheen and

An unparalleled richness.

A confidence that can only stem from a cerulean heart.

He flushes natural shades of crimson,

While she weeps azure tears for her stony countenance and judges

His own essence on a scale

So that she can continue to be

Blessed to treasure his emotional measurements,

Graceful in a dance of tired ascendance,

Lacking sleeves to display his scarlet heart,

And juggling her teal thoughts,

Scarlet in its styled sacrifice,

Dangerous in its honesty

For boxes of sentimental wine.

She tries to enter her cyan state of cruel introversion and

His fire tenses when

She returns with a sky of peaceful caricature, so

He sings a cherry tune

As she floats along with a soft rhythm

And his rubies form my passion,

Warm only in a connection of static energy;

A soul, cerise in creation

Cobalt in design and purple in me.