The Deepest Purple

Selfishly committed to the high, 

of meeting strangers passing by. 

The quest --

the thrill.

The hunt --

the skill.

This thirst, just one, can't quench.

Mother always said, 

"Don't wander yonder".

Despite the warning, 

I keep exploring.

And though many burns,

I still can't discern 

so I dance along the path.

Enveloped in the deepest purple,

I sashay toward your face so humble.

An invitation, 

you can't keep waiting. 

Take my hand,

let loose,

stop faking. 

Now you're in the web I'm weaving, 

caught in a trance, 

my dance, 

I'm gleaming.

Because in the dark I still can glimmer,

you see my light, 

you let me shimmer.