Heavy Violets
Heavy violets there is no way
if the door clicks the cushionmakes murmur noise and the woman
on the sofa turns half in half out
a tooth slipping from velvet.
The world makes this division
copied by words each with a leaf
attached to images it makes of this
half in air and half out
like haloes or wrists
That separate while they spin
airs or shadows if you wish,
once or twice half in half out
a real twirl jostles there
lips creased with violets you wish.
