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. ---LTG, July 2004
