Violet

by Israel Trouillefou

Was the room dark and quiet when you came
And brought me another bite into paradise
Denying me except by name
The right to my release from dreams
The power to convince myself
It was all in the palm of my hands
Clinging to what they claim is madness
Held down by a hope and prayer
So sinister the color violet
Pouring out from the rivers’ mouth
Often with no point made clear
Perpetually gaping to drink down honey
While you came in that dark quiet room
And brought me another bite into paradise