Indigo Dreams by Marion

Indigo Dreams

By Marion Lawless

Purple Kale

Purple glass

Grape.

                  Indigo

                                   Indigo book---

                                   Indigo kitchen stools---

                                   Indigo mystery.

I drank Purple Russian Kale

in my plastic purple glass

and it transmogrified into

a misty, holy, Russian Mass

in a huge psychedelic cathedral with

melting stained glass windows.

                               ---imagiNATION

Modigliani was a poet;

his medium was paint on canvas.

He loved long-necked women

and Absinthe---green liquor

that took him to dream worlds---

Dearest poet, I love you the way 

purple loves the elusive indigo,

the way paint lusts for canvas and

the way words and ink crave paper...

the way my fingers love

the feel of dirt as I plant

eggplants and tomatoes.

I dream of touching your skin

the way sunlight caresses

the tips of the trees...

I think of your dark, long hair

tangled in a soft morning breeze,

your face upturned as words

come to you---pure & unfiltered.

I wake, 

eager to read them.

Marion L.

5/17/17