Purple

a poem by Abhilash Surendran

Purple be thy color.

Its not about the homosexuality,
which never existed in the first place.
Pink is your foe
and lavender your abhorrence.
Its not about the royalty.
There was no one more royal than you.
Yet there was no one more banal than you.

Its probably the pride.
Christians might call it a deadly sin,
but not to you.
Not to us.
Pride is the way we walk
or rather, the path, the means.

But the best reason,
is the high.
The high of being with you.
The high of the warmth,
so engulfing.
so reassuring.
so comforting.
It has to be about the high.
The all-encompassing
purple haze.
My LSD!!