Lavender rose
Standing there gazing into the petals of a lavender rose, thoughts drift to a different place and time. Seeing the smooth contours and knowing how they would feel caressing my face only makes me want to step forward, and yet I do not, for the simple reason that I do not want to look like a fool. So for the moment I will just stand, looking deep into the folds, gliding along the curves with a gentle hand. So smooth and soft and yet thorny, you must handle carefully or you will bleed. Grazing exposed flesh with a loose petal allowing the goosebumps to rise, a smile and a giggle follow, marveling at how the color is just a perfect accent to the skin. Writhing there exposed, folds swaying gently in the wind, waiting for a tender warm touch to bloom. Waiting for someone to reach out and show it's beauty to. And yet none of this will happen because I do not want to play the fool; so I do not touch the rose, do not approach the rose, just look with eyes that ache from the pain of longing as I pass by.
posted by Brandon at 6:31 PM
2 Comments:
Hey, you don't send me jokes anymore! I could really use 'em, bru. Send one every now and then.
As for roses, I always preferred lillies. Less pointy parts, and there are just so many different ones to see. Just a little complex, and the ones from Asia also tend to be good with food. (as an ingredient that is)
You with your nose in a flower, hmmm. I heard you prefer getting your nose brown and dirty; good to know you've figured out the dirt from the flower...
4:51 PM
Well I guess being a part of the children of the soil it is only natural to get some dirt on one's self. Not like you big city boys sticking bloody rag's in our mouths'. We just don't know fun I guess.
Although from what I might have seen you are really just a wrist flap away from diving in the mud.
9:29 PM
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