To A Goddess, This Plum Prayer

Pour into this thirsty vessel
your mulberry mirth
into my heart
   Spring's warm sun
an orchestra of
   orchid bloom

through a trail of satin
   soothing perse
my fingers follow unimpeded
the cascading curls of lilac curtain and
your amethyst scent

lit periwinkle blushing crescent
   across your smile
from your lips in lavender wine spills
   into mine
plume magenta of concourse lace
sweep me away
fits and tangles
and all

this heart in heliotropic cyclone
slips
a violent skid
a  violet  vision
in purple hope
that her holy ghost
   visits me tonight.

TA