2 Flowers

The heavens applaud, the stars stand in ovation,
of the intertwined mysterious intertwined copulation,
of north and south upon the plane of ones and zeros,
something that reveals both villains and heroes.

Heartfelt tenderness mixed in a sultry blend of raw animalism,
beyond what can be expressed in words, the flowers grow among annihilism.
Bred with the rain of hurt, and the sunshine of pain,
those flower find strength to live again.

Support of the stem by petals so soft,
tender to the touch, and their fragrance aloft,
each to the other provides a solace that no one else knows,
and an adoration and devotion that only continues to grow.

When the times are right and the start align,
or the sun pans the sky like a treasured aged wine,
the flowers bloom together, sharing aroma and pollen from each other's encouragement
and with the dew of their love, they provide each other nourishment and refreshment.

So much in the past brought to bear a heat that brought them both to wilt,
still they held on through a winter while emotions were expelled.
Finding a new prairie to plant their roots,
to grow and to blossom and bear new fruits.

Dreams collide and passions ignite,
across the expanse between the two blooms,
providing a bouquet for everyone to see,
the worth of their love that goes beyond the birds and the bees.

For the pollen that the bees that buzz about them use,
is a precious ointment they share between each other,
sweet and fragrant away from the abuse,
quenching and helping to fulfill the desires of a mother.

So, twirling and curling the vines continue to snake,
growing ever so strong on the banks of a clear blue lake,
the future uncertain, but one thing is for sure,
the flowers will never part now that they are established in this terrestrial moor.