In the water droplets and botanical veins and fragile flower fur I see the vibration of your pulsing love. Fresh, new, thorny, opening, rotting, falling, drooping, mushing, fading - fading, mushing, drooping, falling, rotting, opening, thorny, new, fresh. And again. And again. And again. Spoils of Love & War.
you have a lovely feeling all the time, and I love it!
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Happy Valentine's day! Your roses are beautiful and delicate.
ReplyDeletevery nice! left you some love on organic orgy today; thought of you as i watched the opening ceremonies for the olympics! xo kitty
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