Lovers scatered on the floor
Stolen time
Stolen horse

Ride around the fragrant room
Flower in bloom

VIOLET

Like a sigh to my naked eye
But my eyes are not shy
I want to see you

VIOLET
 [bad word] softly like a breeze
Like a ghost
Falling leaves
Like the silence after violence
In the last light of day

Violet plays
Violet plays

Through the window 
Past the steering wheel
Beneath the knees
As the faithful kneel
Riding inter-cities on the train
At the edge
Of usual grey
Between the lines of poetry
In all the places spirits are seen