ORCHIDS

They lean over the path, Adder-mouthed, Swaying close to the face, Coming out, soft and deceptive, Limp and damp, delicate as a young bird’s tongue; Their fluttery fledgling lips Move slowly, Drawing in the warm air. And at night, The faint moon falling through whitewashed glass, The heat going down So their musky smell comes… Read More ORCHIDS