" 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, S.C. circa early 1980'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.