Sappho's Violet Curls

A feminine spirit of Love
stands between us, smiling.
Mushroom mirror above,
time floats in music, whiling.
A startled doormouse Hicks to sounds
Effervescent table-cloth huddled around
Ever overflowing trays of ash
Complimenting the invisible stash
Glass piping fields of mauve
Unto Sappho, we climb betroth'd.
Generous atmosphere of friendship
surrounds our underground starship.
As daylight wanes
Outside, a violet sunset
Hints at Sappho's famed mane
Dancing inside, inside all is warm
We end with candles beating flames
A cosmic man, from whence he came?

- with Nicola