What language does a rose speaks? Ears given to the aphid Ears - TopicsExpress



          

What language does a rose speaks? Ears given to the aphid Ears given to the bumble bee Ears given to a pricked finger, And the blood that streams from its side.. A saving grace for those who wash in it, Mantras spoken by the touch, Sins forgiven by the royal red priestess Its colliqui as sweet as the morning dew, Phonetics elegant like nectar An ambrosia to the learned mind.. Butter made from her grammar, Spread on cracked corn and brioche toast like braille The substance of its pronunctiation so softspoken it can be found and remembered by elephant ears and ant antennae alike The hyperbolic parabloidal thoughts heard when I touch around the lips of the flower Played like crystal wine glasses, Tuned by the balance of syrupy fluid plugged in between the flumology of each individual bell.. When the tips of my middle and index are used to reinvent the experience, An angelic synth cums from the ignition; A jingling of mysterious keys unlocking an unknown octave, The jingling being her favorite part.. I rub the lips as a magic lamp.. Smoke arises from the sunsetting stage like a janet jackson concert, An afropotumusal embryotrophlodytic Genie arising out the mists; The metatron of her deity The commercial-pop vibrates the roses buds with my stemlike feeler.. I nudge them subtle, The frequence hardening the nipples; So sudden They begin to Speak my name in tongues.. A sacred language, Creating panacea and mana from its tutelage.. What language does the rose speak? Clearly they speak..Her name.. A name I shall keep in my heart Never to be tarnished by those who will mistreat her.. She who Is understood by wildlife and wisemen.. Such a treasure in One Piece.. She... Respecting her enough, Never will I pluck a single one from her plot, I instead plant lavender seeds around her courts.. Just to embrace her reds with my purple, Complimenting her tongues with mine.. A savored taste A Garden of eating... Food is the medium universal by science, Our spiritual chairs aligned in signatured time for breakfast.. Our breathless communication... No need for an interpreter We speak a holy vernacular; Our Business as usual
Posted on: Thu, 04 Sep 2014 20:11:32 +0000

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