Purple grape hair,
tip of the finger is cold.
Are you here?
Memories are stalks of
pine trees in lonely winter.
I need to replenish.
There is no new you,
but unique is the way
to your only flawless self.
You put me in a peaceful sleep.
The sadness becomes cheer.
Sunlight won’t be selfish.
Purple grape hair,
the sharp and the keen.
You are never denied.
2020
chester maynes 