unveiled violet lies

words fall across a page, a row of clandestine clemetines
a wanton slap in the face, they linger on in your mind
meanings are oblique in a world of doublespeak
and lost in the blur of blatantly cerise emotions are
such commodities as truth, love, and hope.

a buttery light may smooth over your face
in the  presence of candles, transforming
your eyes to tiny infernos that emit lust
and smudging otherwise unpleasant lines
into something resembling molten desire

yet here in the stark light of my bedroom
your reflection in the mirror has muddied into
nothing more than paper plate complexion,
eyes that shine with all the splendor of dirty dishwater
and a voice that shrills violet in attempt to explain

our robust images fade into shades of gray
and over romanticized tales come up short
from beauty and the beast to a more equal pair...