there shines a baroque-exhibitionistic fleshy hyacinth with introverted delicate violet at its heart there is something floral-existential that, despite all its delicacy, pushes to express itself and wants to show itself, as if there...

My face buried in your resinous fur, on the evening of a long day, by the hawthorn hedge... Without words, I snuggle against your neck. Everything feels so right with you. Long awaited. My voice escapes me, my heart...