We were never quite like flowers, dear
the slightest touch - finger to lip -
comes closer than that to us
And when an orchid steals back to the earth
its one momentous work complete
still that falls short
of your eyes, clear as they look to our last days
But still, something of time -
how long it takes among us here
to break open, and only then withdraw -
this moment
fingers pressed to silent lips, and awe
like one wild orchid's sudden, secret bloom
Must we not tremble that this
could ever recur?
Please tell me what you think
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I love this. It feels like it's so personal and so tender. The comparison of flowers to the two lovers was very appropriete and quite cute. Nice use of imagery.
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