Lavender Kiss

you were the life sustaining me. the flowers that you once placed through my hair now whither and die, missing you. i miss you. i miss you and your honey coated lips breathing new sensations through me every time they touched my chapped lips. you gave me warmth, allowed my veins to bloom from blue into lavender dotted with clouds of your oxygen. you allowed me to bloom. i was Eden’s garden perfumed by our lust and sensuality. thorns from your bruises pricked my skin. red and blue but no lavender. i miss lavender, your favorite color now mine as well. the bruises shone in moonlight and you complimented how the colors look on my skin, how you look on my skin. red and blue. i miss the lavender. the bruises wilted my skin of daises but you told me let them die. flowers grow back. bruises are forever. you entangled your legs with my mine planting sunflowers between my thighs that shined from our fiery sun-fueled by cool nights and hot sex. you let those die too. i wanted more of your lavender. i begged you to breathe more life, turn my cold veins back into the heat that drowned my body in passion giving my flowers my own energy. but you were always stronger. i am just red and blue. and you’re lavender, my red and blue combined with my once pale skin. but now you’re gone, and I’m bruised. bruised forever.