Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Proposing on a Hilltop

As the lonely, blooming sun ascended

like an Arnica Cordifolia

– its heart-wrought petals as familiar

to my botanical mind as your scent –

we picnicked among the fairyslippers

that flourished, purple; the bulbosa brand

plucked and passed from toe to tanned orchid hand,

your eyes as blue as the virgin’s bower.

When the wilting sun began to descend,

the Castilleja Miniata scarlet

paintbrush blossomed in my olive fingers,

made photosynthesis against your skin;

the specked chlorophyll in your irises

glazed with dew and formed a melting chrysalis.

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