"The Unbearable lightness of Being"

Violet

Grapevine nail polish

Dripping from her glass

As fingers rap in rhythm

With her mascara lashes.

Scenes seem to change

with the bat of an eyelid,

Inking tears and memories

together into an esoteric wine.

Sitting at a table

where nobody waits,

Legs crossed,

Stilettoed high,

On hopes of blissful bewilderment,

She raises a toast

To violet moments.