Eyes closed. You open a door for me to enter to an endless wonder of love!
Slowly autumn!
Red wine & the orchid comes from nowhere on my birthday.
Gentleman's flower, according to our ancestor's artistry, but delicate and fragile like a sleeping beauty you rest among books on my desk.
You brought peace to my universe of crazed sounds & unnamed wounds!
I sit quietly with you admiring your limbs, eyes and the slow blossoming that makes my day worthwhile.
I wonder what makes you gentleman-like. What is a "gentleman"?
Suddenly I come to know myself, in you, who also needs water and care from loving hands like any other plant that never dies before sharing its beauty.
