I've been traveling through your garden
Lush and soft, decorated with colorful foliage
And camouflaged insects.
I've smelt your fragrant roses
And wisps of lavender scented wind
For a moment I thought it to be
Too beautiful and much too
Delicate.
The ripe succulent fruit that hung
Gracefully off supporting limbs
Beared no resemblance
To the withered sweetness of
Your bare heart.
I took a bite, half-expecting it to be bitter like your kisses
But it was sugary and pleasant
Like the love we once shared.
For a moment, I felt like I was lost
In an illusion of the past
When the butterflies would dance
Around the azaleas.
But I stumbled deeper into your
Garden's maze
Until I reached the center and found your soul.
I knew then,
That all of this fragile beauty was yours.
Stepping into a field of one thousand screaming
Cymbidium orchids.
Fierce and angry, like your spirit.
I could feel the hate that gripped to the air,
The taste of spite on my tongue,
But the smell was delightful and enticing,
Just as you were.
A shell of enticing beauty,
Hiding yourself on boats that
Would float on screeching fire.
One thousand screaming
Cymbidium orchids
Burn in my heart, along with you.

-SLuR