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Tulips
Five petals fade from deep gold to the warmest yellow, soft
to the touch as silk.
Smooth round edges resemble clouds floating in the heavens-
trying to return to their gods.
Two long slender leaves hold the flower in a familiar embrace.
Their emerald green gleams brilliantly against an orange glow.
A thick smooth air- honey and warm
milk.
A sweet nectar filling the cup of Aphrodite.
An inspiration.
The secret behind the sultry radiance.
It knows eternal spring; beauty.
Like the French ballet dancing Swan Lake- exquisite
movement and grace.
Like a dream or vision not of this world-
reality ends here.
Like diamonds.
Like song, lust, sweat, and spring.
not like the lilies- too proud and forward.
not like the daisies- often understated and too modest.
In a field of amber
she lounges
In their proclaimations of love
a thought stirs her heart
In the city she lives not to leave Menelaus, but to love
Paris- a modern-day Helen of Troy.
In a thousand apricot beauties, she makes
her choice
and starts a war.
The Tulip is desire.
Wow! Who knew that you had this in you and why haven't you shown me before?!?! I love them all, but this one HAS to be my favorite. You have an amazing eye for beauty.