" Purple Passion"

It began during my weekly
writer's workshop,
on a Saturday afternoon
and as usual, a new prompt;
this one was to pick
at random,
two words from a box
passed around...
My words were
" purple" and " passion"
- purple passion,
such perfect
alliteration
and gorgeous
imagery-
it seems a complete
poem.
For me,
it evokes
perfume
perhaps in a pagoda-
shaped
bottle,
and a scent,
musky-
beguiling.
Or was this
the name of a
bar,
somewhere near Beaufort, South Carolina,
circa early 80's?
Recollections
of a smoke- filled
room
dimly lit
and the barmaid,
Asian,
jaded
( though with a heart
of gold.)
And jarheads too,
laughing
in their bomber jackets,
playing pool.
Inevitably I am there,
nursing my drink,
( a daquiri)
staring into the
mirror
at my reflection,
still young- still beautiful-
the world still
my oyster...