Periwinkle

A Sestina

A flower that looks to me, beautiful

Closer inspection reveals, poisonous

A deep, haunting colour purple

Much like a bruise

A little hint of healing

Marries the promise of Death

The opportunity of Death

Could be seen as beautiful

A permanent healing

Reversing the embrace of the poisonous

The overcoming of a bruise

Surrendering to the purple

The ambiguity of purple

Life, as well as Death

A loving, kind bruise

Skin and skein that is beautiful

Not to be thought of as poisonous

But rather, healing

What does it mean, to be healing

Is it to be, periwinkle purple

Charming, but poisonous

Much like a Death

An ending that is beautiful

The ending of life’s bruise

It’s the proof of life’s touch, your bruise

Forgotten, already healing

A body that is beautiful

A mind that is purple

Fearing no longer, coming Death

Consumed by the poisonous

To be in love is to be poisonous

To risk life’s bruise

One must live to experience Death

To bring an end to healing

Swimming in the colour purple

Is a thing that is beautiful

To come to an end is to be healing

To say goodbye to life’s bruise

Something that is more than me: something that is beautiful