Purple Heaven

Do you remember where I took you?

I held your hand and lead you down 

the path of glittering rays

each one reflecting onto the 

blush-pink roses towering above.

We stopped to pick the daisies

"he loves me, he loves me not"

Over the red-brick walls the Robins 

fluttered their wings and leaped 

from stone to stone, 

their songs of sweet honey and dewdrops

sailed beneath our feet 

as we skipped our way home.

You were so happy,

I couldn't' wait to show you the way.

It was warm and comfortable inside

we made blankets out of each other's skin

finding pockets of warmth and bliss

with our cold noses and an eskimo kiss.

You said you were 

in heaven

no-one had taken you before.

Do you remember the stream where the

stones skimmed under the apple trees?

Leaves detached and settled down onto the ground 

caressing bright apples of bulging red-blood,

dressing our bare feet in gold.

We stripped naked and surrendered to the water

allowed our breath to be taken by translucent shimmers 

you held me close, so cold were my fingers

I held you tight between elbows and knees.

I kissed your red cheeks

my lips were still blue

we sent purple currents to the sea.

You towered over me like the mountains of Atlas

I submitted to the dark shadows of your presence.

Only God could see the other side. 

Every now and then, you took me to the skies,

Blackness of heavenly delights 

sometimes I even saw shooting stars.

Once, I went sailing past the moon.

You always held my hand on the way back down,

making sure I felt safe and not alone

- do you remember? 

Naked we were, kept warm only by our bodies

of gasping hearts and burning blood.

Tell me, do you remember where you took me?

I do. 

Though blackness turned to blindness 

once all the stars had fallen

I tried to help you see

but you refused to find the way, 

Do you remember where I took you?

I do. 

Though you no longer care for the roses

or the robins,

for the apples, 

nor the stream.

Don't you remember where we turned the waters purple?

You said you were 

in heaven.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Laura, so lovely to find you back here posting. This is a gorgeous write of beautiful memories and how it feels to be in total togetherness. That's how it is when we find that special person, but then after time often the roses fade. It sounds as though someone needs a gentle reminder. Lovely work.Beautiful imagery.

Chris

[Laura Kate]

It's great to be back, Chris. I actually couldn't believe how long it had been when I realised! Thank ou for your lovely review. With best wishes, Laura.

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome dear poet :)

[Kerra]

I kissed your red cheeks
my lips were still blue
we sent purple currents to the sea.

I love this part so much why I am not sure but it is just full of vivid imagery, This is wonderful

[Laura Kate]

Kerra,
Thank you very much for your kind review. It is much appreciated.
All the best,
Laura.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and from "Purple Heaven" comes a Purple Rain...
"we made blankets out of each other's skin"----that line is so creative...I wish I had said that.
Sending purple currents to the sea...Such a sad reflection...when someone no longer cares for robins, apples or the stream...how can one just forget...those days of heaven, the love that once was, the one that fell like Purple rain from the purple heaven.
Beautiful, sad poem, Laura.
j.

[Laura Kate]

Hi Jacob,
I had taken a little break from Writer's Cafe and it was so lovely to come back and read your review. You always show me a level of understanding that I find so comforting, and I appreciate that so much.
Hope you're keeping well,
Laura.

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of words my dear friend. I liked the honest tone and the flow of thoughts leading to hard and true ending.
"Don't you remember where we turned the waters purple?
You said you were
in heaven."
Perfect ending to the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Laura Kate]

Dear Coyote,
I've been away for a while and it was lovely to come back and read your lovely review. Thank you wholeheartedly.
Best wishes,
Laura.