orchids,
alien and other worldly.

beauty,
bordering the grotesque and bizarre,
strangely exhilarating.

variations,
wild and uninhibited,
even orgiastic,
of a mind, as if,
not of this world;
shapes and sizes,
folds and spirals
colours and colourations.

at times,
more animal or insect,
than flower.

if a rose is Mozart,
an orchid, Stravinsky.

I see color when I am with you.
Life is no longer black and white but shades of blue that turn to burning reds and golden yellows as we watch the day come to an end.

How I love the way you make my cheeks glow pink when you caress them with your hands, and the brown hue that your hair gives off in the sunlight when I run my fingers through it.

I love the way your brown eyes shine when they star back at me cause truly, there’s no place I’d rather be than with you enclosed in your turquoise walls.