you want to con me, like waters,
straight into the fist,
until bluish purple
until between... lasts war colds.
I in the dance of gauzy elves,
for companions I have birds
And you like the woman
(like unnecessary)
you are squandering the word.
It's no use, so don't chat
put the weapon back,
fall, and don`t forget
your hat!
Maria Barbara Korynt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bluish-purple/
