tagNon-Erotic PoetryIn Japanese: Hanakotoba

In Japanese: Hanakotoba


I take her to the orchid garden,
where we are surrounded by
what seems to me, an anti-flower.
Its geometric petals are alien-like
compared to every other soft,
rounded shape of ordinary ones.

Language of flowers
are messages, emotions through
symbolism. I shower her with
pink roses that are my trust,
bluebells, my gratefulness,
red camellias and these orchids
are love and more of my love
I have never given to anyone but her.

In the middle of the garden
of purple, pink and white delicate
beauty is the butterflies
where she stands still, covered
in monarchs of every color,
big and small. She giggles
as they kiss her, tickle with delight,
their wings against her cheek

They adore her, like I do,
I orchid her, always.

4 my kid.

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