Ah, sweet mystery...this is lovely Kath. "her petaled lips/untouched fingertips are rose", beautiful idea/image. Sometimes life is better with the mystery intact. If we did not wonder about the grand, the perennial, or the tragic, especially in love and beauty, would we even have poetry? The thoughts are its seeds, seems to me. Cheers to that which remains a bit, "mysterioso". Thanks.

the things you write are like, uber-poetic. the stuff people aspire to when they're patching together new vocab words and what not. i wouldn't say it's totally over my head, but i will say it looks dang pretty and it is absolutely, for obvious reasons quite flowery! oh kw, you are an uber-poet. keep doing that because most of us can't.