Poezie

Purple rain

1 min lectură·19 februarie 2026

Mediu

I never leave my house without this cloak

of invisibility

with your name on it

It keeps my fingers off

any altars of mimicry

when I look in through the window

and gasp above the crevices

that have grown during your winter

The shape of water is not what it used to be

yet here I remain standing

- a Pink Lady bitten to the core

stuck in a doorway talking to Janus Bifrons

- as above him so below me

I don’t have a voice

or a scream

but these words keep sprouting from my thigh

and lying in between

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I dress to impress

- I put on my words

from my ankle to my knee

and then I stick out my hand

- not my neck

half-naked

in order to feed my phantasy

- a body speaking a language of its own

for which I cannot connect the dots

or name constellations yet

Yes, I am walking in my sleep

and dreaming while I take my strolls

I would flâneur my life away with my eyes closed

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Miruna Gavriliu. “Purple rain.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/miruna-gavriliu/poezie/14200326/purple-rain

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