The mysterious flower

by Ralkkai

Let’s describe the petals
as being the most vivid, silky red
and the long stem
as green as your eyes
and let’s, for a time,
imagine that the leaves
hold all our memoirs
knowing our youth and innocence,
and the stamen, our deepest desires.
Let’s pretend that the bee
only knows what sorrow
the flower has ever known
and that it is responsible
for its chastity.
Let’s look upon the flower in awe
as we wonder what to call it,
and write a thousand songs
of love and yearning
of it, but leave them all
untitled.

*Dedicated to and inspired by my wife and our talks before sleep.

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