dancing purple

i've never seen skies so purple,
i've never seen hands so blue.

a prayer for your daughter's daughters,
a prayer for the women in you.

responsibility on washing lines,
warm oaths in tumble-dryers,
call times on call signs,
dusty hearts in telephone wires.

we beg!
pull up the woodwork,
release the hounds!

a spanish inquisition,
a middle-aged war,
a faithful's position,
an arcane whore.

i need to sleep,
and so do you.

... maybe tomorrow i'll look for
hands dancing purple,
and skies running blue.

maybe tonight,
we just cry.
​maybe we just cry.