In the fall of 2018, I joined The Malden Writer’s Collaborative, a writer’s group in the city where I live. In addition to workshopping longer pieces, each meeting there is a prompt to which we are invited to write a short something to share with the group. I actually don’t remember what the prompt for this was, but I responded with the following love poem.
LOVE IS PURPLE
By Jason M. Rubin
Love is purple
Love is gold
Love’s a robe and in the folds
Are little hairs and balls of lint
Each a hint
A souvenir
Love is placid
Love’s intense
Love’s the most uncommon sense
No two are ever quite the same
Some are flame
And some are flood
Love is muscle
Love is skin
The bumps outside, the beats within
It’s music, rhythm, melody
A symphony
In which we play
Love is flannel
Love is silk
Love is life-enriching milk
Nourishment expressed by one
And when it’s done
We feel complete
Love is yours
Love is mine
Yet love can never be defined
We feel it most when it has gone
Cold as dawn
But ever dark
Love’s an actor
Love’s an act
Love’s a signed, unspoken pact
You do for me, I do for you
Each day anew
Each day anew