Flowering
flowering
her morning glory irises
camouflaged behind blue sunnies
she sits next to a tulipped man in
the old greenhouse
they are both here to escape,
letting the humidity curl the ends
of their silvery hair
ballooning at the sides
transfiguring into pixie spools
of shimmering eyelashes
flower petals and cacti
begonia and bonsais
aloe vera reflected in her shades
mirroring the fauna back to him
he does not look at her,
reaches out to touch a cactus
it stings, and he gives a jolt
sunglasses slide off her face
crimson blossoming from his finger
irises blooming in the white light
tulips curl into a smile
a little pain is all it takes