It seems the temperature outside rose a few degrees! Fantastic as always Annie, your interplay with words and phrases. A dance to inspire and titillate.
“The flower's leaves … serve as bridal beds which the creator has so gloriously arranged … and perfumed with so many soft scents that the bridegroom with his bride might there celebrate their nuptials with so much greater solemnity.” —Linnaeus
Takes a certain refined palette to grasp this. But flowers bloom, and so does this poem.
Thanks Mahdi <3
‘best to tend the substrate’ sheesh!
…neighbors bloom…a horse joke whinnies…
It seems the temperature outside rose a few degrees! Fantastic as always Annie, your interplay with words and phrases. A dance to inspire and titillate.
An interesting relationship poem.
So beautiful.
Deft. Sent me to Marvell’s Garden: Stumbling on melons as I pass, Ensnared by flowers I fall on grass.
“The flower's leaves … serve as bridal beds which the creator has so gloriously arranged … and perfumed with so many soft scents that the bridegroom with his bride might there celebrate their nuptials with so much greater solemnity.” —Linnaeus