Lavender Sky

A soft touch on my lips, a smooth hand upon my hip.
So the lavender sky is a soft and heavy sigh.
It is the color of the deep,
Between the waking and the sleep.
I am floating in the violet tide,
Nowhere left to run or hide.
Just the scent of the unraveled knot,
Everything the world forgot: lavender sky.
Lavender sky.
It is not a color; it is a mood, a sensual soft interlude.
Purple shadows on the sheet,
Where the dream and the body meet.