Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
my orchid now blooms twelve to match the bird pecking at midnight the yellow tongues of blushed cheeks become fans for soft, white petals inner honeycombs turn red when you say (in perfect sobriety) how beautiful I am and for a moment there are orchids blooming in the diner
0
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
11/15/17
my orchid now blooms twelve to match the bird pecking at midnight the yellow tongues of blushed cheeks become fans for soft, white petals inner honeycombs turn red when you say (in perfect sobriety) how beautiful I am and for a moment there are orchids blooming in the diner
KingPanda
Written by
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem